I once dated a man with roaming eyes. You know the type. He just had to stare into the bartender’s double d’s. He just had to turn around to check out the waitress because her butt was so round. It didn’t matter if she was 20, 30 or 60. He just couldn’t help it!
Well, there’s also something I can’t help – my feelings of jealousy. If a man I’m dating so much as eyes another woman in front of me, the green-eyed monster wants to come out and play. And by play I mean curse, scream and cause all kinds of havoc. Luckily, I’ve learned to check him at the door and reel him in (the monster, not men). Here’s how you can too.
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