Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Bad Boys - It's a Female Thing
Ask just about any woman and she’ll confess to having had a youthful indiscretion/experience in her past with what is commonly referred to as a bad boy.
Why are we attracted to these types? Not sure. Excitement? Forbidden fruit? And why do we never forget them? I’m not quite sure of the answer to that either. But I’ll bet every woman can rhyme off the name of that guy in a heartbeat.
Being with that bad, inappropriate male is a rite of passage, a learning experience and a temporary thrill.
And, yes, there was a bad boy in my past.
He told me I was a good girl, too nice for him.
(He was right. I was.)
He said we would never date, that I would never be his girlfriend.
(He was right about the girlfriend label. But we went out for pizza together, met and danced at the pub, walked to classes together and gravitated to one another at parties.)
He said there would always be other girls in his life.
(And there were. Many. That was tough.)
In some ways, I think I received the best that bad boy was able to offer. He knew I couldn’t handle a relationship with him and became my protector (whether or not I wanted his unsolicited advice about other males) and he (usually) behaved like a gentleman with me.
The thrill of being with him, of having him a part of my life was worth the frustration, anger and tears. The tears were mine. We both experienced the anger and frustration - had some memorably wicked fights.
Better yet, years later I wrote a fictionalized account of our time together to the tune of $500.00. Not bad.
So, thank you, M. J. (wherever you are) for those good times. And I really don’t want to know if you’re bald, boozy and overweight now.
What prompted this trip down memory lane? I heard Jann Arden’s song “Insensitive” on the radio the other day - the quintessential song for every woman who ever loved a bad boy. It’ll get ya every time.