Bad boys. Bad, bad boys. Not cops. A woman's fantasy and a man's nemesis. And usually, they don't come to women; women are lured to them like a moth to a flame. Do you ever wonder why? (And from this point on, they are MEN. Boys just sounds like you're a cougar and/or a pedophile).
Badass Billy is sitting at the bar. Tatted up wearing raggedy, leather motorcycle gear. He has a bandanna on his head and a toothpick in his mouth. He has unruly hair and a goatee. He's tapping a pack of Lucky's on the bar, and nursing a pint of Bud. It's also what he's not doing that gets the ladies attention. He's giving off the douchebag, asshole vibe. You strategically place yourself next to him at the bar and order your drink. The allure is uncertain, but strong. You order a fruity, girly drink. He looks at you and simply gives the universal head nod. You smile. You take a drink. Then, you tell him you like his tattoos. He gruffly tells you the meaning of each and where he got them. "See this one here? Ya, I got that when I was at a biker rally in Amarillo. It's a picture of Jenna Jameson on a Harley." You are shocked, and know you should walk away, but just can't. You inquire further. You ask what he does for a living. He grumbles and clears his throat. "Construction. I get to work outside and get fresh air all day. Sure beats life in prison." PRISON!? Now you HAVE to know. You ask him why he was in prison. He replies, "Eh, some jackass was trying to steal my Harley, so I broke his leg. No big thing. I only did 16 months." WHAT?! Yet, you still can't walk away. You are fascinated and addicted. Your head is saying NO, NO, NO, but your inner beast is saying HELL YEAH! Why? Because there is something sexy about a man that has a "past". You can't get enough. He is not the one taking the lead, you are. You ask for his number. He gives it to you, written on a bar napkin. You do realize YOU just did all of the work and laid the foundation for this, right? You hear your mother's voice in your head: Kid, this is NOT a smart choice. Yet, you don't care. He has tattoos. He's been in prison. He looks like Thor! Take me now!
Douchebag Jason is sitting on the couch in the VP section of a trendy nightclub. He's wearing skinny jeans, a button up, long sleeved white shirt, and shiny shoes that are probably from Kenneth Cole. His hair is spiky, with more gel than any human should ever use, with highlights. He's pretty. He smacks the ass of the waitress after she takes his drink order. You mutter "what the hell?! That asshole!" Then, you lock eyes across the room. He smiles ever so charmingly and gives you, yet again, the universal head nod. You weave through the crowded room to get a little closer. He decides now is a good time to stand up and move to the dance floor. He brushes by you and clearly goes for a feel. You want to slap him, yet you can't. He smells like expensive cologne, mint gum, and laundry detergent. He brushes by you again. This time, offering you a drink. Your head is saying, "hey, he's a man whore!" but your inner beast is saying, "if he's paying for the drink I'll take it. And wow, look at those eyes!" Yes, he's got you now. He pays for your drink of choice then insists you dance with him. Immediately, you see other women gasping. He's clearly worked his magic on them too. Yet, once again, you can't resist. What is the allure?
I've been sucked into these traps. I'd like to think of myself as intelligent, but somehow, my choice in men has been somewhat questionable. An abusive asshole, a clueless mama's boy, a portly pirate, and a stalker with questionable motives. It is true. Nice guys finish last. Now that I'm older and wiser, I do my very best to see through the attraction to bad guys. I'm slowly learning what a REAL man is. But, it is hard to resist the bad men. While I have enough common sense to avoid the man that does drugs, has stabbed a person, and has stolen a car, there is something about a man with a little hair on his chest (figuratively, not literally. I'm not really a body hair fan. I won't elaborate) and a history of being a badass. Now, if I could only get a nice guy with bad guy tendencies, but has self control and morals, I'll be set.
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