"Probably woulda worn you down anyway, despite what you knew. Sounds like you had no chance to begin with." Jesse looked at her the best he could. "His mustache was scary, was it?"
Jesse could understand the jealousy. He knew that it was a wicked beast and it didn't matter if things made no logical sense, if what you were jealous about was something that wouldn't ever happen. You got jealous of how close a person was to somebody you cared about. Sometimes you wanted to be the only one to provoke that sort of reaction.
"I don't think there's a right answer to any've this." Jesse said. "Too many things that might happen. Might not happen. Too many questions. I think that yer just gonna have to go with the gut. If the big redhead is yer thing, then go for it. Hopefully his facial hair, if he's got any, isn't intimidating."
Jesse nudged her playfully. "Who knew a woman like yerself would be put off by something so small as a mustache."