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When A Man Loves A Woman.


I started this post in December of last year when news surfaced that the fineness known as Michael Ealy secretly married his longtime boo. After having a conversation with a friend regarding Jay-Z and Beyonce, I finally found the inspiration to finish it.

Truth be told, I used to be absolutely obsessed with T.I.P. I remember being so enamored by him that I had to watch his and New-New’s kissing scene in the movie ATL with one eye closed, because my heart just couldn’t take it. He was fine as fuck, had the sexiest southern twang, and I actually enjoyed his music. Hell, there wasn’t much NOT to like … asides from the fact that he had a girlfriend, Xscape singer Tameka “Tiny” Cottle. Ugh. I still have to remind myself that we are no longer rolling our eyes at the mention of her name. However, their relationship was bearable and I forgave him continued to crush on him hard. That was until – he wifed her.

It’s one thing to fantasize about a man you have no chance in the world with, but another to fantasize about a man you have no chance in the world with that has a wife. Straight boner killer. Now I totally understand why publicists encourage their artists to hide their romantic relationships, or not get involved at all (unless it helps their career). For many male artists, it ruins their image. Granted, home wreckers don’t care, but for city-Cinderella’s or women genuinely in love like me (ha), the illustrious fantasy of being the floor Channing Tatum humps in Magic Mike is absolutely RUINED when I see pictures like the one below. How the fuck am I supposed to masturbate to him now when all I can see is a vision of them making googly-fucking-eyes at each other?!


A man that loves a woman so much that he wants her to have his last name is admirable. Fidelity is definitely an attractive trait in my book. However, it doesn’t make me more attracted to him. When I see a man faithful to his woman, I don’t wish they’d break up. I just hope to one day meet a man that feels the same way about me.

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