Or rather, getting extremely upset and jealous about your mate’s celebrity crush is a good indicator of an UNhealthy relationship.
For instance, I’ve got enough self-confidence to cheerfully indulge Steve’s crush on Princess Madeleine. He is, after all, a red-blooded American male, and this proves it. In fact, it would be bit worrisome if he didn’t find her attractive.
I’ve gone so far as to say that he can even have a freebie with her, should the opportunity ever arise. Of course, he’s right when he points out that I’m banking on the low probability of him ever meeting her, let alone on the statistical likelihood of actually ending up in a compromising situation with the fair princess. If it ever actually happened, I’d immediately retract my offer and then proceed with spontaneous combustion.
Nonetheless, my tolerance of the Madeleine daydream is not entirely selfless. It also gives me a certain leeway when it comes to my own fantasies. For example, tomorrow we are going to