If you’re dating me, you’re most likely polyamorous, so let me give you some wise advice:
Be a little jealous once in a while.
I don’t desire a constant jealousy – a fuming “Oh, I saw you talking with HER” isn’t going to help much. I’m apparently a flirty person, even if I don’t always see that, and if I have to spend most of my time smoothing your feathers, well, I can’t see this working out in the long run.
But a dash of jealousy lets me know you care.
The occasional revelation that sometimes you’re envious of the attention I lavish upon others tells me you value the time we spend together. A periodic insecurity that I might leave lets me know that I occupy a space in your life that no one else can fill.
If you’re too cool, I start to think that I’m interchangeable in your life, a nice option that you’d get by without. If your attitude towards the orgy I just had with the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders is a constant, “Oh, that’s great, I’m sure they’re wonderful in bed,” then I start to wonder whether you love me or just don’t mind having me around when I happen to be there.
And in return, I might admit the guy you were exchanging silly puns with on Twitter last night made me twinge. Just a teeny bit. Nothing I can’t live with, because the name of this game is open relationships, but hey. Sometimes we’re irrational that way, no matter how we front. And I won’t act upon that emotion, but I’ll let you know it’s there.
Admit you’re a little nuts. Because I know I’m a little nuts about you, love.
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.