Sometimes you think you’re over someone. You take comfort in your current crush and roll with the punches. Then, you see pictures of your former fling formidably happy with someone else, and, suddenly, sipping endless amounts of Vicodin seems the best way to distract yourself from any other drug of choice. The question is, why are they happy when you’re ready to slit your wrists? And even the thought of stitching yourself up isn’t enough to hold you together when, clearly, you could have made him happier. So, if the only obstacle was a geographic formality, is there still hope? Is the one thing missing that grand (albeit expensive) aerial gesture? No, the fact of the matter is, if he wasn’t willing to fight for you – why fight for him? Instead, roll with the punches and submit whoever can’t keep up for three rounds. More than likely, they wanted to give in for a reason. Attribute that to your chick charm – or ability to intimidate. Either way, you won the match….