Friday, 15 September 2006

Hubby's Fan Club

So hubby has these friends, two 25 year old boys, who are also lovely, but who:

- Call him every single day without fail - included during dinner and
on Sunday mornings when we're, um, busy, in bed.

- Always tell long detailed stories about all the random girls they
sleep with. Not that hubby wants to join in and fuck randoms - that's
soooo maggotty and wrong. It's just that there's something seedy about
single guys going on and on about their conquests - it's so gross and
slutty and I don't wanna know and he doesn't want to know. All it says
to me is that there's something missing in their lives.

- Keep asking me if my friends are "hot". Even if I *did* have single
friends, why would I want my friends to go out with guys who fuck
magotty randoms from nightclubs? - grossness. *My* friends wouldn't
want that type of boy - no matter how nice they are.

Don't get me wrong, I like hubby's friends, they're quite sweet, and I
like that they're crazy about hubby.

But why do they call him every, single day? Multiple times a day? And
when hubby doesn't answer, they call me! And chat to me! About my
hubby!

I know it's kinda cute that they are hubby's mini fan club and that
they look up to him and ask him for advice and all of that. But it's
just a bit too much sometimes. And the fact that they're single and
living a very different lifestyle to us just makes things weird -
speshly when they're always asking us to go clubbing with them. It's
fine once in a while, but we're both kinda over it at this stage in
our lives!

So how do I tell them to back off just a wee liddle bit?

5 comments:

Mr. Guinness said...

Very good point. It's sort of like moving out of the old neighborhood, lot's of great memories, good times, fraternity, etc. But it takes the "footloose" a while to grasp the road has split and Hubby is not on that road anymore. Sooner or later Hubby will decline a bit more than the groupies like and things will cure themselves. They need to accept he's married, not him,...he already made that decision.
Cheer up, even the most testosteroned males eventually let the big head work more than the little one.

Anonymous said...

I have the same problem! My hubby has an entourage that worships the ground he walks on. They too share their conquests, although one of them never actually has any. Mostly they talk about sports, and he always wins the pools where they all bet on whatever it is that is the big game that weekend. Eventually, I just kind of got used to them. And Brian was the one who talked to them about calling too much, especially at night when the kids were sleeping.

Steph said...

Wow, I've never heard of close guy friends like that. Calling every day seems a bit much.
I really don't think you can do anything about it. If you say something to them, you'll be the bitch.
If your hubby does, you'll be the bitch that put him up to it.

Meh! I got nothin'.

Grant said...

I hope you're not turning into one of those women who decides her husband belongs to her and has to dump his unmarried friends. I've lost more than one guy pal to the marriage monster. If you're turning into one of these emasculating women, I hate you and you are not allowed to read my advice in the next paragraph.

Assuming you are still with me, all you have to do is subtly imply that they are all gay. Their need to impress you with their prowess indicates their machismo is their Achille's heel. The next time one calls, answer the phone and then loudly call for hubby by saying something like "Hubby! It's your damn faggoty weiner friends again. Probably want to have you over for another circle jerk." Keep this up for awhile and the two pals will overtly slacken their attention to prove they're not gay, plus hubby should work extra hard when you two are "busy" for the same reason. It's win-win, unless you push it to far and hubby divorces you.

Go to it, and good luck.

Canoes under my shoes said...

I hear you...it does create a weird dynamic. It's like you wonder if you hubs could ever be envious of their lifestyle...no wait...I'm talking about ME. That's what I felt.