My Boyfriend's New Best Friend

I got a text from the Boyfriend a few minutes ago, and since he wasn't online on this wonderfully tepid Friday night, I asked him where he was. His reply came back that he was hanging out with Frankie. She and I have sort of patched things up since that post, but nonetheless. I feel really slighted that he's actually hanging out with her, without me and without Dobbl. Completely alone. Just them. They went to the Night of Noise for gay pride. Yes, my boyfriend is gay. What about it?

Anyhow.

This worries me because on Monday, or Tuesday, or something like that, the Boyfriend had a little rift concerning a statement he made about having a crush on Frankie. He and I were disagreeing, firstly, because I don't like to talk on the telephone, like, at all. And the fight had ended. It was in the morning at school when he said, "It's just that Frankie calls more often than you, and I don't want to end up liking her for the little things she does, that you don't."

Oh, how sweet. I'm so glad that a girl I recently stopped hating does such charming little things for you. It's those little things that count. Good for you two.

I mean, was I wrong in completely freaking the fuck out? I want the Boyfriend to have friends besides my friends at school. But this is not what I meant. I want him to have friends who I don't really know very well. Or friends who I've met once or twice, friends who he can go to concerts and parties with, friends who I don't envy for their visible ribcages and perfect model faces.

Plus, would he even have to bring it up unless it were already a problem? Unless he was already falling for her? I don't know, I'm not sure. I'm just a bitch, I guess.

I now have two options to pursue with this relationship. I can either wait for my boyfriend to slowly start weaseling his way into the heart of an old rival, or I can pull out all the stops and overload his heart with cuteness and caring and kindness until he needs an insulin shot, which I will administer wearing a big fucking bunny suit. Which is better? Which is easier? What choice do I have in the matter? I already bake him cookies and muffins. I already do the hokey-pokey into my pants. The paranoia won't stop until we do something nuclear.