I can't say I ever noticed, much less felt jealous. I didn't really think about it until I saw this post. If it was a guy involved? I would just immediately dump him and walk away. I wouldn't actually think about her at all. It would either be a case of he obviously doesn't want me, so I don't want him or he had a commitment to me which means he lied to be with her and that would be it for me. I never trust a liar again (regardless of whether it is a relationship or not). To me, they're sorry means nothing. I'm done.
Figure? Hair? I don't even notice that stuff. I'm the one you would ask if so and so isn't that woman who is short with dark hair and I'd have a blank look even if I've worked with her for a long time. That's true of men as well. I really don't register people well at all. They have to be intellectually interesting to me and even then, I won't register much about their appearance. Which I suppose is funny because I do wear makeup, jewelry, nice clothes and get my hair dyed and my nails done. So I am and always was (well at least from 2nd grade) a girly girl.
I never think about who has what as far as money, cars, whatever. I always figure if I want it, I can go get it. I have a huge house and there's just my husband and I. I mean we can only use so much space, so why would we need more? I never get the material thing. If I had my laptop, I wouldn't care where I lived (which may explain why it's on my husband to get the place, furnish it and take care of it).
If anything, I think I was kind of the opposite. I'm extremely internalized and serious most of the time. I view most interactions with people as interruptions and I don't get socialization for its own sake at all. So, when I was growing up that was hard for me. I would be off on the playground by myself writing and I'd get "bothered" all the time to play or something by the other kids. Then, when I hit about thirteen, I guess, boys started trying to get me to notice them and I would just ask why. I was told I was attractive which I think is still an entirely subjective thing. That kept up and happens even now that I've been married 25 years (which is completely bizarre to me). In fact that whole phenomenon happens to me still (just insert random social talking and asking to lunch for the kids asking me to play). But, what that did to me was actually kind of strange. I would, and still do sometimes, get the urge to cut my face and body so they would leave me alone. Not in a self hate way or pain way, but more that I felt if I was disfigured they would leave me alone to my own world and my stories and that was what I wanted. I viewed whatever they saw me in me as a liability. I still do. It's just a strange thing to me that they talk to me or try to flirt with me when I am so obviously in my own world.
So, I guess those are all reverse jealousies.