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I have recently come under attack from people I've always considered enemies: my girl friend's family.

When a boy brings home a girl, she is adopted in with loving arms, friends are made and the world is right. When a girl brings home a boy, we are looked at with disdain, anger, loathing, suspicion, hatred even.

At first I wonderd why this happened, it didn't make sense at first, until I really thought on it. Innocence in fact doesn't make sense, and for me, making sense is everything, I don't do many things unless they make sense.

I for one, am not the pinnacle of what mother and father expect their daughter to bring home. I am 5'7", well over 200lbs, dark olive tan skin, very dark hair and my eyes are nearly black. I wouldn't say I'm scrappy looking, I keep clean but my figure is in my opinion is disgusting. My personality though is the exact opposite, I'm more well behaved than most adults. Though, appearance is everything, we live in a world of aesthetics, even I've fallen under its curse and am putting myself through a rigorous regime to get fit and tone up. That is the least of my worries.

Now that you know something about me I will assume you have the intelligence of someone who isn't retarded and can put more than just one and one together to make eleven.

Now, the issue in question regards my girl friend's family, for now her father and grandmother. In an email she received that I read myself, her grandmother describes in detail the kind of man she would like to see her grand-daughter with, tall, blue eyed, thin and a few metaphors later I decyphered blond as another requirement. Now I'm no jew but I can smell out a Nazi a mile away, its only too bad that her ancestry stops in Britain. In any case, I thought the email was humourous, I've been called worse, I've been beaten up for less, I was made to suffer for things I had no control over and was helped by no one. My lady was devastated by the email and it nearly ruined our night together, its a good thing I'm a smooth talker.

Her father, after reviewing the email hesitantly neglected the issue for a day, and I was told that today he went as far as to agree with his mother on the issue of myself. Again, she was devastated, with good reason, try having your family turn its back on you, it hurts, I know. It was unclear what she said to him, word of mouth is not an effective method of communication but I believe he said something to the extent of "I have say in what my grandchildren will be like." I heard that and laughed, I can't help it, people like that amuse me so much I can't even put energy into fighting back. Granted, none of them have said a word to my face, nor do they have to, I'm a well trained psycho-analyst with deep roots in solving the human condition and recognizing stress and anxiety through minute gestures and tone of voice. What always made me laugh was when I would get invited to her family get togethers, for them to save face by inviting me yet appear socially distant when I was around.

In any case, I tell her not to worry and to just ignore their banter. If they had any form of spine they would tell it to my face and be done with it. But I suppose being an unfriendly looking man prevents them from doing so, or at least a distilled sense of family politics which leads them to smile while carrying a knife. I digress though, such a smile is one that says to me, look at my hidden weapon and fear what I won't do, but when I carry the blade, my smile says: Fear me and know that I hold this because of what I will do with it. So maybe it is my thick skin that prevents people from confronting me, or maybe it is because I am right all the time. Or maybe the jokes are true, and I am feared for what I will do.

Now, I don't pretend to be melodramatic, but her parents have never really like me from the very beginning. They thought it wouldn't last, hell I thought it wouldn't last, why in the world would a good looking girl be interested in me? But it has worked out, sort of, for the better part of 4 years. My question is: is it fair to be judged on looks and not by character? I have given no one any reason to question my loyalty, my caring, my honour. So why is it that I should be compartmentalized because I don't live up to someone's standards? I believe now I am preaching to the crowd and becoming the hypocrit that I dispise.

I guess it is only fair to hate the boy, afterall, women don't ******** us, we ******** them. So its fair to say that I am hated for no better a reason than I vandalize a proud man's possessions. But what do I care? I don't need his permission, nor her grandmothers. Life is good for he who is not troubled.

the Lion