I like to think of myself as a "Modern Man." I try to keep my head grounded in reality, y'know, don't sweat the little things and all that yadda yadda. I like to think I treat different races, people with different sexual preferences and women as equals to myself. I try and balance my relationship with my fiance. She gives, I give, she takes, I take, etc. However, when it comes down to some things, you can call me the regular old fashioned guy. I am very protective of my woman.

One of the first times my fiancee and I went out was the 2001 Canfield Fair in Canfield, Ohio. As we were leaving, she stopped to talk to the younger brother of one of her friends, who was there with one of his friends. The only thing I noticed about the younger brother's friend was that he was staring at my fiancee's chest throughout the entire conversation. I could feel my right arm tensing, waiting, wanting, desiring, to be released on this kid's face. Not the most "modern" way to solve a problem, but I never hit him and haven't seen him again, so no harm no foul.

I am still a very protective guy when it comes to her, and thankfully, most of the time it doesn't involve wanting to slug someone in the face. However, this whole long distance thing is pretty tough. Especially when she starts referring to people as stalker. Well, atleast one person. He got the nickname "Stalker Nick" because he wouldn't leave my fiancee's roommate of last year and two years ago, alone. He would always show up and never leave. He wasn't a bad kid, just a bit of a dofus. However, Stalker Nick has, within the past year, shifted his stalk onto my fiancee. Yeap, MY fiancee.

Normally, this wouldn't faze me so much. I trust my fiancee to not do anything really stupid, and she trusts me the same. I'd trust her in a room full of male models and movie stars, so I'm not jealous of this guy. But he's gone too far. He paid for a tattoo. For my fiancee. He paid. In full. For ink. That won't go away. Ever.

She didn't go out and get Stalker Nick tattooed on her ass, so it's not THAT bad. She went for the typical female tattoo. The TFT consists of a small, cute tat, in an out of the place spot. Butterfly on the ankle, flower on the hip, etc. My fiancee got a four leaf clover (she's Irish) on the front of her hip. But it's not mine! Another man has a mark on my woman! It's hard to accurately describe the feelings. I don't mind the fact that she has a tattoo. I don't really care at this point if she goes tattoo crazy and get's her back done as well as some sleeves (well, ok, I'd prefer if she didn't) I wouldn't mind. It's just that this other dude paid for it!

I shouldn't let this bother me. At this point, it probably sounds like this is something I'm really dwelling on. This is not the only thing I think about on a daily basis, but I do, I dunno, feel kinda violated I guess. She got this tattoo with this other guy. I could understand that, while we're so far apart, she does things with other guys, but this is a permanent mark. And it's not mine! If I paid for it, it would be cool. If a different person paid, I wouldn't mind so much. One of her girlfriends or something. I dunno. I haven't seen the tat yet, I'm sure it looks cute, like she proclaims. I just had to vent, try and get this off of my mind.