Woman: Ready for a laugh?
Man: Alright.
Woman: Are you sure?
Man: I'm waiting....
Woman: I was jealous a few days ago. I was absolutely seethingly jealous; and I was jealous over you. I was jealous over you; and you weren't even there when I discovered the one I was jealous of. I don't know if she's even aware of your existence, but I was jealous of her.
Man: Really?
Woman: Oh, it gets better. I wasn't sparked to jealousy until I saw the book she was reading. It was by my favorite author; you know, the one hardly anyone else knows about or pays attention to? It was then that I had a thought. She would like you. You would like her. You two would spark quite easily. Instantly, I loathed her. Instantly I saw her hands laced behind your neck. Instantly I saw your arms pulling her in tightly to you. Instantly I saw you two making out. Instantly I loathed her.
Man: ....and? What else?
Woman: Figures you'd know there was more. Yes, I liked being jealous of her. I liked being jealous over you. I liked the images of you two making out. I was still pissed, but I liked it. It was good to feel so alive and electrified; so I let myself continue imagining. I imagined her pushing you back into the chair that she happened to be standing beside. I imagined her straddling your lap, fussing with your shirt; fumbling with buttons, trying to take it off. I imagined you pushing her back from your lips long enough to pull her shirt off over her head. I imagined you unhooking her bra with one hand, then pulling it off her body with the other up front. It was quite an impressive move, actually.
Man: Well, I do aim to please. Anything else? Were you pleased as well?