Ever heard the term “Nice guys finish last…?”
So on my way to work today the radio started playing Young Jeezy’s “ Leave you alone”… This song was definitely a hit last year or two when his album came out. Girls everywhere was singing this chorus like their life depended on it….
She said you ain’t no good but you feel so good
She said I would if I could but I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone I-I-I-I
She said I know you bad, but I want you back
She said makes me so sad that I gotta leave you alone
(She said) I gotta leave you alone
So this got my mind to thinking and wondering about why women love bad boy’s in general…not just good girls. I think about my experiences with bad boys and the rush or high of excitement they provide versus a “good guy”.
There are a few definitions of what a “bad boy” actually is. You have the bad boy who probably doesn’t work, got a gang of kids from multiple women, smokes or do drugs, has a gambling problem; the negatives can go on and on. This is not the type of bad boy any woman should be attracted to or spend her time on. They are actually bums, not bad boys.
It’s something about bad boys that turn good girls on. It’s kind of like they have exposure to this life we know nothing about but are eager to be in. Bad boys always lead interesting and exciting lives as opposed to a good girl who may be very routine with her own. Most women feel “safe” if they are with a bad boy…he provides them with a type of security that an average man won’t. It’s not uncommon for this type of man to have a gun or two lying around, even if he never uses it. In most instances a bad boy has respect from his surroundings so he will never have to use it.
Whether you are 16 year old girl, sneaking out your house to meet your bad boy or a grown woman getting out her bed late night to meet up with her bad boy, it all remains the same.
Bad boys are not without fault though, along with their charisma comes with a lot of other things that as woman, you may not be able to handle. You see because women love bad boys, they already know this, and this means they have their own plethora of women they can choose from. So fidelity is always an issue if you have a bad boy with a roaming eye. Another issue may be, because they are caught up in a fast life, their chances of settling down are very slim. Getting a bad boy to commit is not an easy task. Usually a woman will put in years and still never get him to the alter…unless you’re Beyoncé lol
My favorite kind of bad boy is mixture of a few things. He’s handsome, but in a very rough rugged kind of way. A pretty face on a man is nice to look at i.e. Shemar Moore or Morris Chestnut, however what fancies me is facial hair, strong jaw lines, and intense eyes…think Curtis Jackson lol.
My ideal bad boy is charming, intelligent in both books and streets. He’s charismatic and versatile. One day he may have a power business suit and the next he is rocking a fresh pair or Jordan’s with a fitted hat and true religion jeans…A bad boy wouldn’t be complete without a hustle. My preference is white collar over anything else. No sense of being a bad boy if you do petty or malicious crimes.
I think any man can be a bad boy if he wants to. Women, me included, do not like PASSIVE men. He must be strong and confident and sure of himself. I definitely believe it’s all in the way that you carry yourself. If only we could have a bad boy infused with a good man. The world will be a better place.
My Bad Boy Experience:
It was Christmas time, and me and my closest female friend was just leaving a holiday party. It was still early and we didn’t want to go home just yet. I called up my favorite bad boy to see what he was up to. It had been a minute since we had seen each other; we’d been beefing lately over the same repetitive thing, commitment. I wanted a relationship he wanted to play around. We talked on the phone for a few minutes then agreed to meet up at a popular strip club for a little fun. So me and my home girl pull up to the spot, fashionably late of course. I remember having on a brand new pair of Steve Madden pumps and they were killing my feet but you’d never be able to tell by the way I was strutting in there like I was all that…lol. I mean I am. So we proceed to his VIP section. Bottle on top of bottles, just him and boys. He was looking good that night too if I remember correctly. Black v neck polo shirt, fitted but loose enough black true religion jeans, with bally’s on his feet. He had on a signature fitted hat and his jewelry tonight was very noticeable. (This means big chains people). Since me and my home girl were the only girls in his crew, all eyes were on us. I lean in for a hug and his Creed Adventus cologne fills my senses. It’s going to be a good night I thought. When you hanging out with a group of bad boys in one of the hottest strip clubs in Miami, you feel…GROWN. Lol