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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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BAP! Carol's slap rang in my head and through it I heard her say, "Don't do that again."  Carol was my high school girlfriend. She did not object to my squeezing her booty as I had her permission to do that sort of thing.  No, Carol objected that I did this at a party in front of our friends.

Carol and I, along with our friends, were post-puberty relationship novices.  We did dumb things*.  We were struggling to learn the new rules of behavior between boys and girls, not to mention the new rules of competition between boys and boys and between girls and girls.

Flash Forward...We are now fully grown into adulthood and we are still post-puberty relationship novices.  

In my office, there are Office Husbands and Office Wives. One of the Office Wives was chatting with an intruding male.  It was a typical work conversation, How are you? How was your week-end? How the company does not appreciate us working folks, that sort of thing.  Her Office Husband went out of his way to invade his Office Wife's cubicle, standing next to her, and putting his arm around the back of her chair.  That's office behavior for mine, mine.  I am sure that I did hear him growling at the intruding male.

Women are not immune but they are more subtle than men. Once, I saw a woman flirting with an Office Husband. They were smiling and laughing happily. His Office Wife saw this too and took umbrage. She went over and interrupted the conversation with something innocuous just to show the other woman "keep away, he is mine.

Yup, still post-puberty relationship novices.



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*That squeeze was my sign to my peers of my alpha male status -- this beautiful, sexy, desirable girl was mine and I can do this but you cannot. Carol, in opposite sex fashion, thought something like, "If he can do this to me then they (guys) will think they can do this too."

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