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Wreck Less Love

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I’m not a huge Gym Class Heroes fan but I gave “Ass Back Home,” a chance because of Travie Mccoy’s existence alone – I swear I still hold a candle for that guy. Thankfully, the song is actually pretty cute. There’s a part where he says, “We put the “US” in trust,” that put sadness in my eyes yet made me smile at the same time. In the official video, we see Travie and Neon Hitch battling it out in a long-distance relationship. It reminded me of the last time I was with someone whose hellos got better as the good-bye’s got worse. In the second video, we see a different couple play fighting in bed. It continues with him getting ready to leave his lady, while she wistfully makes dinner hoping that he comes back. He comes back, and it made me think about the last time I trusted someone wholeheartedly.

It’s been a while. About a year to be exact, and I will admit that I miss it from time to time. Living single is hard. It’s fun, and exciting, and all that jazz but the novelty never lasts for a girl like me. And I rather fuck the man I love everyday than get fucked by three different men a week (unless those three different men are Lance Moore, Jonathan Sanchez, and TIP of course). I have proved to be a failure at dating and just miss the feeling of knowing that there’s someone missing me, but not waiting for me at home.

Because I rather get a good morning call at exactly 7:30am, and a good night call at 6:45pm instead of a booty-call text after the club. I rather anticipate seeing the same face every week instead of meeting different faces every weekend, as handsome as those faces maybe. I like passing up on someone something that has the potential to be new, and exciting because what I already have is too good to pass on to someone else. And I don’t mind the same hugs, and same kisses, and movie nights in sweats on the couch with garlic-parmesan chicken.

That was my last real relationship. Sure it was routine, but it was not boring. It was home-free, but it was not safe. We were crazy, and dumb, and ridiculous. I was reckless and fell headfirst blindfolded – but he was my safety net. Would I do it again? Sure. But I think I rather learn how to fly instead.

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