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Safe Guy, Bad Boy.

My friends give me a lot of shit for obeying pedestrian traffic laws. I wait for the white man to let me know it’s OK to go, and *gasp* use crosswalks. What? I can’t help it if I like my life and don’t want to die. While I do crazy shit from time to time, I’d like to think I play it pretty safe … except for when it comes to love. Go fucking figure. 

I read somewhere that you should “Be with the safe guy”.  For some women, this is a red flag. It’s the kind of shit that will have them running in the opposite direction into the arms of an asshole. Why? I don’t know, but we’ve all seen it happen before. See, the safe guy is safe because you’e got him in the bag. He won’t cheat on you. He won’t manipulate you. He won’t lie to you. He won’t break your heart, and he won’t make promises he doesn’t intend to keep. These are all good things, but some women find safe synonymous with boring. You don’t want to be with the safe guy, just because he’s the safe guy. 

So you end up with the “bad guy”. The guy with the questionable reputation. The playboy. The guy you’ve heard nothing but bad things about, yet are still stupidly intrigued by. The guy who’s made you cry and question your self worth, yet you continue to see him. The bad boy has options, plenty of them. He’s afraid of commitment. And constantly has you defending his actions Nahhh, you don’t want to be with the bad boy either. Duh.

You should be with the guy that makes you feel butterflies. The guy that makes you want to scream in bed, but  most of all scream through the mountain tops I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, because you just can’t believe how good you  have it. The guy that “keeps you on your toes without ever stepping on them”. The guy that respects you, but knows when to put you in your place. The guy that makes you forget that you were ever lonely, or heartbroken. The guy that reminds you that you deserve all the good you have in life.

And if you must be with a bad boy, make sure he’s safe with your heart.

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