Back before I was in a serious relationship, or any kind of relationship, I used to be someone that I’m not exactly too proud of.

I actually used to be a lot of things.

But right now, I’m talking about how I was the type to flirt around with women 24/7, whether they were taken or not. I didn’t care about the guys in their life, I was just looking out for me.

Now that I’m older and settled down a bit, I’m beginning to hate who I was back then.

Now, I’m actually the guy who’s got to be on the lookout for those assholes who are getting at my girl.

Maybe it’s karma, maybe it isn’t. I’m just now understanding how those guys whose girls I used to hit on must have felt back then.

The lack of respect you must have for someone and their significant other if you’re willing to pursue them, knowing that they’re taken.

Honestly, it is just my nature to dislike anyone who is getting at my girl. I think it’s completely normal to get a little protective over someone you care about so long as you don’t take things overboard without a good reason.

But again, I’m only realizing now that what I used to do was wrong. And that if anyone tries something with my lady, knowing full well that I’m in the picture, I’m obviously not going to take it well—just like those other guys did.

And now?

Now, I don’t blame them anymore for wanting to kick my face in.

Because now I’m apart of the same club.

Oh, joy.