That's right. The above is what I IM'ed last night to whoever on my friends list was online, which happened to be B. I am not normally bothered by this type of thing, but three hours? I went in there at one point and said, "Haven't gotten enough porn yet?" He said, "Does anyone ever get enough porn?" I said, "Apparently not." Later I went in and said, "You're going to give me a complex." He asked what kind of complex, but I didn't answer. Mind you, I'm going in there to put the clothes I'd ironed and my socks, shoes, etc. out for today, not to snoop. I'm usually laid back about this kind of thing. We've even looked at it together, with me mostly laughing at it all. I know that he knew something was bothering me, but he could have just thought I was mad because he was hogging the computer. I asked him if he'd be done soon, and he asked why. I just said I'd like to check my email. Luckily the neighbor called, then came by. He did a disk cleanup before leaving the PC, but that could just be because I'd asked him to do one once before.

I'm not sure how I feel about it today. B told me I was not being hormonal or irrational. She'd been through a similar thing, but while 6 months pregnant. Sheesh. I'm sure that made it worse. But it's not like I'm jealous, really. It's just that I'll never look like that, and what if it gets to the point that that's the only thing that gets him off? And you'd think he'd have blue balls after 3 fucking hours. Why do that to yourself?

I'm still trying to decide how to bring it up to him, if at all. Psh. I'm going to workout.