Last night when I got off work I called Dave, just like I always do, to tell him that I was on my way home. We usually talk briefly, asking each other how our days went, and then continue the conversation once I get home. But yesterday was different. The conversation went down something like this:

Dave: “Babe, can I go fishing tomorrow morning?”
Me: “ummm, yeah, I don’t care.”
Dave: “Ok, well then I’m going to go.”
Me: “Go, have fun. You don’t have to ask me for permission.”
Dave: “Well I just wanted to make sure.”
Me: “When have I EVER cared about where you go?”

At this point in the conversation, I’m pretty much dying laughing. This is the most ridiculous thing to ask me. I’m not one of those girls that tries to control their man’s schedule. In our 2 year relationship, I have never once questioned, gotten mad, or been jealous that he was going somewhere or doing something without me. I’m not that girl. AT ALL. I’m the farthest thing from a jealous girl. I’m not into that catty, dramatic, typical girl type behavior. I actually had an old boyfriend try to tell me that I was jealous once. No I wasn’t jealous, you were practically making out with a girl right in front of me. That’s pretty much where I draw the line and start getting mad.

I trust him enough to know that he’s not going to do anything that I would consider wrong. He’s a good guy, he works hard. If he wants to sit on a boat all day with his friend and fish I don’t care. He deserves a little fun every once in awhile. I’m not his mother. He doesn’t ever have to ask me for permission. Boys are silly sometimes.

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