I love bad boys, just ask my ex Steve.
A wicked smart, leather wearing , motorcycle riding, cocky criminal defense attorney from Modesto, he embodied to me everything that I found exciting:
He made me feel like a powerful woman and he knew how to talk to me.
Plus he was a rock star in the bedroom and looked great in a kilt.
Why is it that the best chemistry seems to exist between myself and a “bad boy”?
Bad boys are challenging. They’re forbidden. We know it’s not going to end well, but we want that ride. The thrill of it all is worth the price we’ll pay.
And perhaps we think we’re woman enough to change him just a little bit. Tame him.
It’s a delusion, of course.
Because what makes a bad boy a bad boy is that they’re untameable. They’re wild. And that’s half the reason why we like them so much.
So why don’t women go for good guys? Why is calling someone a “nice guy” a backhanded insult?
Maybe it has something to do with nice guys not possessing that faux sense of masculinity that women seem to gravitate towards. Perhaps they radiate a doormat mentality that women don’t find sexy. They’re too predictable? They have low self-esteem? All sorts of reasons come into play here. But the real reason may be genetics. Women are designed to procreate with the strongest possible genes. Bad boys send an unconscious message that they have great genes whereas nice guys send a message that they’re not as confident in their genes.
Regardless of the causes, I will say this… though sex with a bad boy was off the chart, the best relationship and sex of my life was with a really nice guy.
Although he was a cage fighter….