“My son’s a flirt, and in the worst way, girls. Not only is he cute—he’s a charmer. And, no, I will not let you go home with him after this!” ranted the head operator of a certain catering gig N and I took on. Eyes rolling at the sheer frequency of such comments, I placed a vicariously tilted pastry next to a fruit tart. Ideas started swirling around in my head that all of this hype concerning my boss’s irresistibly attractive son was partly induced by the long-awaited main course to be delivered, and mainly, nothing more than the disillusioned ravings of an aging mother.
Just as soon as these thoughts had begun to settle comfortably in my brain, they were ruthlessly uprooted by the refreshing hotness and game that just glided through the doorway balancing a perfectly seared platter of salmon and vegetables. My already awkward face must haves appeared utterly upsurd; openly gawking and drooling like a starved animal.( In my defense, I HAVE been starved of studly, lusty material for quite some time.) Never before had a seen a human being crafted with such perfection. Well, except for maybe..wait..N!! My eyes whipped around to where she was standing, hoping to exchange a meaningful, “go-for-it girlll” glance in her direction. However, I found her bottomless mahogany eyes already absorbed and sparkling with passion. Sure enough, the gaze of a certain spiky green pair of dangerously seductive peepers were holding her captive. Figures. As usual, my mind made a sporatic, and possibly meaningless analogy to explain the logic (or lack-there-of) in this situation. ‘This must be what a piece of paper must feel like when it’s between two attracting magnets in those experiments we did in 3rd grade science labs…”
Anyway, long story short, this twilight vampire-esc specimen had the hots for N. As it turns out, our green eyed god happened to be a hard core soccer bro with a talent for turning even my blue eyes green with envy for his affection. But more importantly, N and I are contemplating the question: why bros and bad boys?? Why do they captivate the majority of our fantasies and enchant our wildest dreams? Most everyone knows -- or at least knows of -- a stereotypical "bad boy" like soccer bro. The guy with such high self-esteem he could aptly be called a narcissist. The guy who wins women over with deceit, callousness and impulsive behavior. Basically, the type of guy who resembles a real-life version of Hugh Grant's character in "Bridget Jones' Diary." I've heard a lot of theories as to why so many women seem to find bad boys so appealing and, as usual, I have created my own theory as to why this is so. In fact, none of it is really all that difficult to understand when you consider basic biology. I'm not going to get too in-depth here, I'm just going to tell ya what I think are the Main 5 Reasons Women Like Bad Boys.
Bad Boys are Broken.
When most people see a bad boy, they see a guy they might class as a loser, thug, bro, etc. etc. Or, maybe he's a perfect citizen who just look/acts similarly. Whatever the case, when certain women look at him, all they see is broken. And broken is really, really appealing to some of us. It's not that we want to be with someone who acts like a pathetic limp vegetable, but more that we want to make him better. To add spice to his life and be the only person who could fix him. It's a little bit altruistic, partly twisted, and 100% addictive.
Bad boys are intense.
I like my men to be intense on some level, and bad boys always deliver. They are passionate ( for the most part anyway…)
Bad boys are jealous.
Most non-bad-boy types will pretend that they are not jealous, even if they are. Women don't like men who act like a jerk when jealous, but if you say a little jealously isn't highly flattering, you’re either lying, or not really attracted to the person in question. Men don't need to act like cavemen for heaven’s sake, but a little jealously can make a woman feel quite sexy.
Bad boys are animalistic.
Whether the silent type or the brawling biker, bad boys live in the moment. They don't worry about what other people think, they just act on instinct. Obviously, some men are too animalistic and no one likes a man who has zero boundaries or self control.
Bad boys are taboo.
The more daddy told you to stay away from the boy down the street, the more you wanted to know why, and the more you wanted to find out for yourself. And the more your learned, the more you liked him. That's just the way it works. Meh.
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