Some rambling in my head that the intended recipient will never read about..
Why, why the hell did you choose that <term politically_correct="no">pussy</term> of a guy? I can understand if it's not me, but look at him, he's a fucking obnoxious dog-on-a-leash who you bring along with you to be fucking cute so you'd be entertained.

Well damn, of course I'm jealous. He as the man for the rest of your life? Yeah right. Get a puppy. At least puppies won't someday end up being bored with you and start ignoring you.

But what the hell do I know? Maybe he's not like that when you're alone with him. Maybe he doesn't walk his pretentious walk and doesn't act his 6-year-old-oh-look-at-me-I'm-such-a-cute-child wannabe act that you never seem to notice. Or maybe that's all you want, a stupid puppy to follow you around and be cute.

Should I be jealous? You are happy, I'm not, and I don't want you to be happy when I'm not. That's the selfish truth. But if it only takes obnoxiousness to make you happy, then I hope you'll be happy, and I hope I can be happy when I realize what it means that I had not ended up being a dog-on-a-leash.