mmmm

Okay...so I am going though this issue that I never really struggled with before. It is widely known that I am superficial. And that my counterpart has to be at a certain physically attractive level. Of course there are two sides to everything. This is like a two-edged sword.

My girlfriend is in my opinion beautiful...gorgeoues...whatever. I know that other members of the male species feel this same way. That is not a problem, she is attractive, okay, whatever, you can think it, just dont talk to her.

Um...so like a month ago, my supervisor at work was like, "Man Dan. Brittany gets hit on all the time at work. More than any other girls here combined. I don't want you to be paranoid or anything, I just wanted to tell you."
...ok...whatever. I didn't think twice about it.

So...today. I'm at work. But she's downtown as well. And she comes to Navy Pier to wait until I get off. She's hanging out with Travis. It's all fun right? She comes to me while I'm on the register, and tells me about the 20-sumthin(she counted) random odd guys that tried to talk to her today. Im like, okay, whatever. So I go on break right. We walk down to Haagen Daaz together. I eat, she eats. We leave. As we're walking back to the Maze, holding hands, I see these two random negros outside staring at her. They look at me, continue staring at her. My temper starts to boil...she tells me to calm down. I take a rein on my anger, let it go. We get back to the Maze, these same dudes are sitting on some benches by the Maze. Still looking. I start to get heated, but I just let it go again. I go back to work.

Hour and a half later, I get off work. We leave. As we're leaving the Pier, still holding hands...i hear, from my left "hey baby come over here." I look, its them same two dudes, with a bigger group of similarly lame people, yelling at my girlfriend. Brittany, knowing how short my temper was, grabs me by the arm, tells me not to stoop to their level, and pulls me through the gate away from the Pier.

I quite honestly don't know what to do about this. Violence is bad. Anger clouds reason. I know this. I am too logical to let something like this affect me right? No. My fuse continues to get shorter and shorter. Any day now...I am going to lose it...i am going to lose it on one of these random guys that doesn't respect me and my girlfriend. Ugh...fucking shit. I just felt like I had to swear somewhere in here, to represent the amount of unreleased anger boiling inside of me. I am pissed.