I have already established that my husband is a Ninja and possesses super-powers - so obviously women are drawn to him, which is never a good thing. Luckily, he is not a flirt but, nonetheless this situation can be rather annoying for the Ninja’s wife, a.k.a. me.

Overall, I trust my husband because death awaits him if he betrays me and because truth be told he is a really outstanding guy. But men can be weak when it comes to female attention, and the prospect of steamy sexual encounters can tempt anyone, even Ninjas.

Whenever I mention men’s weak self-control, my husband tells me that I am crazy and that I shouldn’t worry about this kind of stuff - he never does. Of course. He doesn’t have to worry about me because 1. I don’t have much adult interaction 2. I have six children ages 7 and under and 3. the only adult males I could theoretically develop a crush on are my pediatrician and ob/gyn or, maybe, just maybe a male blogger like Black Hockey Jesus (although who knows about his real name or physical appearance for that matter), but the logistics of an affair for a mom of small children are nearly impossible. Meet at the McDonald’s drive through with the kids in tow?

My sometimes obsession with this issue is partly justified because of my background. In Italy, land of pasta and passion, affairs and openly accepted and even encouraged in the macho world as some sort of recreational activity.

I have always known this - so why I am writing about this now?

I recently met a woman, a temptress, who has been way too friendly with my husband. Tall, blond, blue eyes, and with very large boobs she loves to show off - hey, even I cannot keep my eyes on her face when she is talking with those see through tank tops and perky nipples - she has been flirting quite a bit with my hubby.

Of course he tells me that I imagine things and that he hasn’t even noticed the woman’s bosom, but he does laugh while he says it. And while I know that flirting can be perfectly innocent, I think about how easy it is to get hurt by someone I love and how quickly things can change.

Which brings me to the one conclusion I always go back to. I can never be really sure of anything except for my own very large and orgasmic chocolate supply which I know will never flirt with anyone else but me.