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But not for the reason you may think. I'm not like the prudes calling this girl (and Cary Tennis) a perv; I'm a you-go-girl-boy-girl-boy-ad-infinitum sort of guy; if everyone's happy, then I'm reasonably so (see below). I'm not even particularly jealous; my wife dated other guys before me, and that's fine; we are both friends with one of her exes.
I am, however, very envious. (look up 'jealousy vs envy' on google for a good explanation of the difference)
I have, through my life, become convinced that EVERY ONE is having, or has had, WAY MORE FUN THAN ME. I have the constant feeling that everyone else got some sort of instruction book that I utterly missed out on.
I had the greatest of difficulties managing to get one sexual partner; she seems to really like me and everything (full disclosure, she's that wife I mentioned). If you asked me how to go about getting a threesome going, I would be utterly lost.
This bugs me. Not every day. No even every week. But every once in a great while, I just think 'man, I have it pretty good, but somebody right this second is having MORE FUN THAN I'VE EVER HAD' And it irks me.
But then I think about something else.
