It's not the arm. It's just the principle. But I suppose you're right. It's not the fact that there's another man touching my girlfriend. It's the fact that I can't be the one dancing with her. Someone else is filling that desire for my partner that I am all too willing to fill. That's what makes me sad. That's what makes me suffer.

Shoot. I messed up the ages. I'm actually 21. Sorry about that. We are actually both seniors in college so we are on the same point in our lives.

I often consult my parents for advice and my mother recommend for me to hide my jealousy and learn to cope with it. To teach myself to dispel it because it ultimately makes my gf happy. My father told me to confront my partner and tell her it makes me uncomfortable but not to forbid her from going. I'm not sure which approach is better.

As for the hypocrisy, I don't think I compromised too much. All I did is just start keeping other girls at a distance is all. I've always been a bit uneasy around girls anyways. So it's not a big deal for me. I don't think she even cares if I make friends with girls anymore. It's better I suppose but that apathy kind of makes me sad. Like we lost something... like I'm not as treasured as I once was.

I know I should talk it over... I just know know how I'm supposed to bring it up without seeming like a controlling jerk. I much lyrical and craft based arts to performance based ones. Poetry is a big one of mine. Yet this whole ordeal is... unpoetic and unromantic for me. I'm really big on romance so the idea of my partner dancing with another person makes me kind of saddened. It's just so... unromantic.