You can't imagine the combination pride and heartache that comes with your future wife baring her hot body all over the pages of European magazines. Sure, I'm feeling kind of cool and manly about my lady-to-be Edita Vilkeviciute being wicked hot and irresistibly passion inducing to millions of gentleman oglers. It's called pride of ownership or something like that.
But knowing that my future betrothed is flashing her hot funbags for magazines left and right, or just French, like M Le Magazine du Monde, well, it can eat at a guy, let me tell you. I mean, I trust her. Trust is the centerpiece of our relationship. Well, fiction and fantasy foremost, but then trust comes in tied for third. It definitely pushes the boundaries of insecurity, even for a clearly man's man of manliness like myself. I'll have to have a little talk with Edita about this, once I can find her number again. Enjoy.