A flirt or a chear, couldnt tell. i mean we had been going out for so long to the point that he felt comfortable salivating over some other woman right infront of me. Either i just knew him too well and could read his every move and expression, or i just felt threatened by that other woman and couldnt stand the competiton. Its alright to feel insecure but all the time! maybe i loved him too much, and the thought of him falling for someone else threatened me. If i was to keep that other woman at bay, i had to trust that he was just being a man: he liked what he saw and his interests did not go beyond just the looks. Of course am one point ahead coz he's sleeping in my bed, am only faced with the task of keeping him, which thanks to my insecure nature is proving to be rather difficult. i mean i dress up, like really dress up as sexily as possible, i dont miss my salon appointments( comes at the top of the shopping list at the end of the month) i keep in current fashion and above all, i got this strong confidence in me, the aura of a woman who knows her true worth. if we got to make a joint decision on a matter, i stand by my decision and defend it with such objectivity and rationalism. This same principle applies in the bedroom, i dont let it get to the point of "do you feel like having sex?"but why do i feel my territory is facing such a massive threat from a goodlooking female species, one who he hasnt even taken her number, let alone talk to her.but the looks, oh, they tell alot! just because she got big boobs, pretty eyes, and whatever else, doesnt give him the right to loathe for her like that just infront of me, his woman, the one and only. i cant even stand to go to the bathroom, it'll be like entrusting celibacy to a whore. She's seductively staring in our general direction( or maybe at the air between us if she's not up to what i think she is). am seriously trying to restrain myself from saluting her with my middle finger, only cant risk letting mr.right know that i fear him being snatched, he'll feel too sweet and start doubting my confidence in my womanhood, which i have worked so hard to maintain. him getting wind of my uncertainity will merely put him in too much control, and might end up throwing our relationship in the gutter. To ease my anxiety, i merely discredit her (in my mind of course) ugly bitch, manicure and pedicure two out of ten, the hair:obviously a wig, a nice one though, damn! she's too perfect. I humbly ask my companion that we leave soonest. "You think i like her?"he asks. Amidst all my defences in an attempt to maintain my calmness despite getting busted, i realise he loves me, and he got me. I aint gonna keep watch over him 24/7, he's my manand am gonna love him as much as i can, make each day of our relationship the best days he'll ever have, treat him like a royalty(coz he sure hell is!). Those other pretty women, will always be there, be it at work, on the streets, in your favourite restaurant (where he proposed),what matters is that we both want to be together, and i got what those others dont, thats why we together, and he's mine. The only thing am gonna get from that other pretty woman is only borrowing one or two fashion tips, through observation of course, never direct approach. guess thats why attrition doesnt work in the battlefield no more!