Dating Daze

What is it about a bad boy? You know who I’m talking about. The guy you ditch high school with who pushes you up against the side of the school and really kisses you like the nice guy who helps you with your math homework will never do. Even though you kind of like him too in an “intellectual way”. Just to use a random example.

Take the Sopranos. I’ve been obsessed, and I do mean obsessed, with the Sopranos ever since the show started. I even throw Sopranos parties and rent a couple of overweight Italian kids to run around shoving cannolis in their mouths to make the nights more realistic. I’ve always been a big fan of the Godfathers, the Goodfellas, and the you-name its, but the Sopranos takes the cake. I was able to watch last night’s episode on an enormous 72” television too. And I hate to perpetuate stereotypes, but sometimes bigger really is better.

In last night’s episode, Tony got into a fistfight with his brother-in- law and lost. Carmela saw the whole thing, and the next day she told him he was acting like a baby when he kept insisting he had been at an unfair disadvantage. Then Tony made a comment that back in high school she had seen him win a fight and liked it. His argument was that women always want the toughest guy. Carmela brushed it off in the usual healthy, non-violent way that the Soprano family relates to one another, but later on she proved his point by telling her sister in-law that Tony would have definitely won had he not been sucker punched.

I think Tony’s on to something , even though I’m sure many a feminist and a womyn would disagree. I would say most women do have that desire to feel safe and protected, whether we admit it consciously or not. It’s nothing to run from guys. And by guys I mean girls. It’s evolution. Survival of the fittest.

My friend Jessica’s older brother is a bad boy. An undercover cop. One of LA’s finest, that’s for sure. The fact that he’s undercover makes him even more attractive because he has to be mysterious; the very nature of his position requires it. Right Mr. Occifer? You’re just doing your job. Serving and protecting.

Jessica’s brother is sooo hot, but I’ve always been a little hesitant about going there. Jessica and I are such good friends that I think he knows too much about my past. You see, Big Brothers, (like Jessica’s and like Google), always know all the intimate details of your life whether you like it or not. There’s not much you can do to stop them either.

Now I know in my heart of hearts that when I’m looking for the guy to be my husband, I’m not going to want a bad boy. Of course then I’ll want qualities like love, trust, dependability and all that stuff. Things bad boys can never provide, since you never quite know where you stand with them.

Maybe that’s actually their allure too. I think I’ve just figured out their secret ingredient. Their “special sauce”. We can never really have have them. And that’s why we always want want them. We should just accept it too. They’re bad boys. And with bad boys, bad boys, what chu gonna do.

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