Lately I've been thinking a lot about why women compete with each other so much. I found myself in a situation of getting involved with someone whose relationship with a previous gf had hit rock bottom... Him and I were ready, set, go; she didn't give a crap about him anymore for ages. But then she found me out.

Upon finding me out, her reaction was the most predictable female reaction possible: all of a sudden, she was trying to give him what she hadn't in years. From everything that I had to hear from her, coming from her mouth or typing, it was very clear that, for her, it was about competition with me, a lot more than a suddenly newfound love for him.

Which is pretty sad.

On the other hand, though, the hardest thing is to live your life freely when a relationship is going on. I can believe that your chats with the teen are innocent. I can also understand the jealousy of your gf, if she figures that her competition is a 16 y.o. with her buttocks and breasts all firm and fresh.

Does that make any sense? It just got me thinking, your post. Thinking about the boundaries of monogamy and the anticipation of sexual and/or affection frustration. Not having complete control over somebody else's life.

:-)