Several weeks ago at the store I found myself encounter a disturbing thought. A guy in his late twenties walked in. He was shredded to fuck, rugby player physique, at least 6'4 and a handsome face. Usually I feel quite confident in myself and my relationship. However I could not help feel entirely inadequate at the sight of him and I caught my girlfriend of 2 years giving him the eyes. I saw multiple women stare at him, many with wedding rings. It was almost chilling to see how much they wanted him. The assistant giggled and twirled her hair. My own girlfriend, who professes to love me and whom I regularly fuck, gave him this stare of pure lust.
This feeling of inadequacy hasn't left me since that day. The fact that any of those women, married, in a relationship, or not, would have dropped everything and fucked him made me almost recoil. So much for husband shmucks, I feel there is no winning. I know all it takes is the right circumstances and the right guy and it's all over. Maybe it's the same for men too with a beautiful woman but I feel men are more principled and many would decline.
I can't reconcile with this realisation. That regardless of sacrifice or time invested, I know for a fact my girlfriend and any of those married women would have let him cum inside them in the cubicle stall within minutes if he'd wished. There's no winning when there's not even a comparison. All it takes is Chad.
Any idea how to not be bitter over this?