Vices: Bad Boys

L is going on a hot date. And when I say hot, I mean hott. This guy is 6’ 2”, short blond hair, and he rides a ducati. Raised in Portland, goes to school in L.A.. Best of all, he’s got a reputation for being a bad boy. Damn. I’m mad jealous. It’s kind of a blind set-up and I think that’s why I wish even more that I could trade places with her for the night. Bad boys are, in NLSynergy’s collective opinion, like a deliciously sketchy mixed drink that tastes incredible, not simply from the sweet flavor, but from the intoxicating rush of having no idea what strong shit you’re putting into your body, and of accepting that for tonight, there’s no room for rationality.

There’s something so intangibly attractive about a bad boy. No matter how many times I tell myself that he’s nothing but trouble, that forbidden quality only makes him that much more tempting of an indulgence. He flirts so well that you feel as if you’re being hunted, slipping into his traps, you can honestly try to be hard to get (instead of just pretending) but it’s too late, and you’re hooked. For some, there’s something addictive about feeling out of control. For others, bad boys offer otherwise good girls the thrill of being someone else.

I used to be driven by the near impossibility of a bad boy ever sacrificing his freedom. Who doesn’t like to pursue what she’s been told she cannot have? Now it’s not about taming the rebel so much as it is about untaming ourselves. L and I are wild by nature, focused by trade. Lately we’ve been going to bed early and eating our vegetables, our wildest adventures relating to our honest jobs, animals, or the outdoors. Our need to take risks is building up like boiling water in a steam engine. And that’s why, given the first opportunity, L will be climbing on the back of some bad ass’s motorcycle and I’ll be texting her asking if he has a brother. A month from now, we may have been parts of something dangerous or we may have just had random summer flings. We may have found our soul mates, had our hearts broken, or both, but either way, whether we end up right back where we started or our life paths are changed forever, we hope to have an awesome story that we’ll tell again and again.

We’ll keep you posted…