Don't worry, jealousy is the fuel of love, as Ovid explains in his Art of Love. Shakespeare gave it an undeserved bad-press, with that freaking green-monster metaphor. Always go with the classics. Do something like that from times to times and you'll be safe.
By the way, who's that girl whose myspace would be #1 with a picture of her dressed in a bikini? Have you kept the adress? Care to share?