I’ve made my share of romantic mistakes, but I’ve never been one of those weird women who was drawn to bad boys. While I appreciated the external appeal, I’ve preferred to not be abused. That whole: “I wear a black leather jacket, tight jeans, smoke cigarettes, and can take you for the ride of your life, baby!” – left me completely cold. Even when I was young and single, I didn’t date one.
Frankly, I found their macho, swaggering, arrogant attitudes, and tacky tattoos to be a total turnoff. When I finally married, it was to a major mensch. Fortunately, my husband doesn’t have a bad boy bone in his body. He’s nice to old ladies, little kids, and even pushy people at thrift stores. Except, if they attempt to steal his stuff. He was well-mannered to my meshuganah mom, the only time that he met her. He held his temper until we got home. She tried her bitchy best to piss him off, but he didn’t rudely retort back.
Bad boys are vastly overrated. They remind me of a pretty present. You think that there’s something special inside, and then you eagerly unwrap it. Underneath the colorful confetti, there’s a pile of putrid crap. I wish that I could warn women, and tell them that caring and compassion are also attractive traits. Someone sweet that rubs your feet, is usually better for you in the long run. While Mr. Rough Rug-Burn with a Harley, will be gone before dawn. I’d bet that Sandra Bullock would agree with me. What would you expect, from a jerk named Jesse James?
We agree on this. Bad boi/ys are shallow, empty-headed, operate from one drive and live in one dimension. Boring isn’t the word – I don’t know if there has been a word invented that describes their level of mind-numbing boring. Sure, they may look good, but so the fuck what? I prefer the soft-spoken, well read, immensely vast soul of a bookworm over the ham-fisted, meat-headed gym-rat. Bad boyz may have perfected their drooling stare so that any unfortunate person who happens to get ensnared in their fake dazzle of a gaze thinks they MIGHT be THE one who can capture their heart. Fat chance! Because they have no heart. As long as library lotharios or computer geniuses maintain good personal hygiene, I really don’t care what they look like. The joy for me is in discovering their nature and getting lost in all the little detours in their minds. If they have a sense of humor, it’s usually golden and that, for me, is the worth the price of admission right there. It’s difficult to come across one of these creatures in their natural habitat, and if you are so lucky that you do, engaging them in a meaningful exchange is even trickier. Getting them to notice you is the ultimate win.
I am intriqued by this post and wonder what inspired it.
As always, I appreciate your pertinent comment. What “inspired it?” Well, I was reviewing my romantic past, and also saw an asinine ad featuring a famous bad boy. The concept kinda came together. BTW: “Library lotharios” was inspired!
Ah yes. The annual year-end past-life review. I think I’ll skip that this year. My past has been fun but nothing compared to what my future can be. Onward ho!
I think that 2013 will be wonderful for both of us! I look forward to sharing the joyful journey.