Competitive cycling at it's finest

B-rad has a new girlfriend. A mistress, if you will. She's a spunky red head, with dark highlights...which I never thought would be his type, but I've been wrong about these things a time or two before. He won't stop talking about her. She rides like a dream BLAH BLAH BLAH. She's so stiff BLAH BLAH BLAH, and soooo smoooooth BLAH BLAH BLAH. This summer we're gonna ride here and here and here. Blah. Blah. Blah. So they have big plans together. I get it. It rained yesterday and B-rad's new girlfriend had to ride on the front of the bus, in the rain mind you, and get wet for the very first time. He was devastated the whole bus ride home. And then of course I had to hear about it. Oh, the travesty. Wink wink.
I brought this on myself. After all, I did pick her out. It wasn't a difficult guess though. There are a dozen magazines floating around the house with page corners folded down and kissy marks all over her aerodynamic frame. He's been lusting over her a long time. He was even known to recite her specs out loud and without warning and certainly without being asked. This is my fault, I keep telling myself. I paid for her as a graduation gift, along with some much needed help from both our loving families. Oh boy. What did I do?
B-rad and I agreed on an open relationship right from the start. So I can't really say that I'm at all surprised with his steamy infatuation with the new girlfriend. There has always been a girlfriend or two or three. In fact, before he proposed with a ring he quasi-proposed with a bike, for me, so that I could have a boyfriend and there would be no room for jealousy. Well, admittedly I'm totally jealous of B-rad's new girlfriend. I repeat, totally. I came to this realization just yesterday when I picked up the happy couple from the bus stop.

On the way home...

Wifey: Oh yeah, tomorrow night I might have dinner with friends.
BD: Just girls? So, does that mean I'm not invited then?
Wifey: Well, I thought you'd want to go ride your new girlfriend instead!

And I was dead serious too.

He clutched his belly and laughed for 5 minutes straight before I joined him. Then he teased me about the hilarity of my jealousy. It's true. She's everything I'm not. But she makes him terribly happy, so I can't complain. I'll only roll my eyes now and then. That's a given.