(She) is attractive. No doubt about it. Typically I do not feel threatened when men hit on her. I know she thinks it’s cheesy and I know she thinks I’m the awesomest thing since Wikipedia. So, I know that even when tempted by more valid sources of strength, handsomeness, and knowledge she will inevitably choose me. (I must digress for a moment: From jokeped.com – “Before sliced bread, people used to say, ‘That’s the greatest thing since Chuck Norris.’ But Chuch Norris was displeased by this. So he round house kicked a loaf of bread.” And we all know what that got us.)
Seriously though, it’s funny how many guys around here know my wife. One day, I was trying to get into my house and a guy walking by said something like, “Oh, you live here too?” I replied, “Uh…yeah, I guess.” Then, “Do you know that girl that lives here?” “If you mean my wife, then yes.” “Oh, she’s your wife? Tell her I said ‘what’s up.'” And this last part was said with no more or less impact or tone than any of the previous words he’s spoken. This was very humorous to me.
Because I am confident in my wife’s response, I typically interpret the flirtations of other men toward her as flattering to myself. Not to say that I have never been jealous or don’t come rescue her, I just don’t think I’m ever going to be in a position to be flattered on my own merits. Better to live vicariously, than not at all.