THUS SAYETH THE ROBSTER:
Dr Bill, why women do anything is one of life's deepest mysteries. If you ever figure that one out, write a book. I assure you, sir, you will become a rich, old lech.
In OT's case, well my, my, my...
Big surprise there, hey?
Women don't like like to share their tallywhacker. Even if they're doing it with multiple partners. It shatters the delusion that their man can't live without what they're providing, despite the fact that he can get it virtually anywhere else.
As can she.
Many men are thus afflicted with the same problem. They don't want to share either. They expect a faithful women who will put up with their bullshit, hound-dog ways while they go out and deposit their seed into any convenient receptacle they can find.
Rob says if it involves the female of the species, it's a pain in the ass.
Rob's wife says if it involves the male of the species, it's a pain in the ass.
The basic fundamental problem here is that we are all endowed with two heads and a single brain cell, and it's always located in the wrong damned head. Even a genius only bats about .150, which won't get you into the bigs.
It might get you laid, because the smaller head of the species is usually better at attaining what it wants than the larger gray-matter deprived head is.
Which is why so many of us are dumb-asses who are constantly in trouble with our opposites.
The worst of that trouble being matrimony, which happens in extreme case scenarios when the big head beacomes so atrophied that it totally loses all it's perspective.
When it regains that perspective, it is of course too late, and the poor lady or son of a bitch is doomed.
We would all do better to avoid each other.
In OT's case I can only say of course they're giving him a heard time.
They're women, aren't they?
My best advice here is to simply give them something hard back, and enjoy the situation while it lasts.
The gratutious bitching just goes with the species.
A Playboy Magazine and a tube of KY would be the most sensible and least expensive option for the male.
For the ladies, a good vibrator and an ample suppy of batteries is a must.
Anything more than this is just silly-ass romantic notions that get all of us in trouble.
Remember, when your brain cell only gets on base about 15 times out of a hundred, you aint as smart as society tells you that you are are.
Take a cold shower, keep the fly zipped, and the legs closed.
Your life might not be as exciting, but at least it will be peaceful and tranquil by comparison. You won't have to go on anti-pshchotic meds, high blood pressure pills, or tranks.
Anything involving the opposite can, and generally will be, hazardous to your health.
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