Words of Wisdom...

"Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives?"

-C. Bradshaw

P.S.A.

So recently my girlfriend and I were talking about the men in our lives when our conversation quickly focussed onto a certain type of guy that we all love (and by that I mean love to hate): the “Booty Chaser”. Now the reason I’m making this P.S.A. is because personally, I feel as though I share some responsibility in warning other girls about trying to make this guy a boyfriend since I have naively tried to engage in a relationship with one numerous times, and consequent to my assured and miserable failures, have since learned better. Yes, it’s a funny name for him I know, but I didn’t make it up, so stop judging and listen close:

A ‘Booty Chaser’ is that guy who you have really good (no, like realllly good) physical chemistry with but can’t seem to hold down; he’s a player and flirt, and he has a way of getting you to tear off your clothes in no time flat and simultaneously ignore the fact that you’re merely one name within his list of Bs. He calls last minute, he wants to ‘hang-out’ as opposed to take on you on real dates, he periodically goes AWOL, and then reappears suddenly only to torture you more once you’ve finally managed to put him out of your head… and oh yeah, he’s not interested in a serious relationship with ‘anyone’ right now.

Sound familiar? Yeah, we’ve all been there. Take my advice and leave it alone hun, a 'Booty Chaser' is not a boyfriend.... they just don't change.

Rant!

OK. WTF IS IT WITH ASSHOLES? No seriously, why is it that when a guy is a complete dick, it's the sexiest thing ever? And can you get therapy for this? Because I’m addicted to someone I can't STAND. He's a young, immature, selfish pain in my ass, who for some reason, I’m unable to say no to. And the worst part is that he knows that.

Between friends criticizing my affection for such a jerk on one side, and my own frustrations for letting him affect my relationships with other guys on the other, I’ve had quite the opportunity to ponder this little puzzle for sometime now, and to be honest, I can’t say that I’m any closer to solving it now than I was a year ago. Is it as simple as wanting what you can’t have? Makes sense, here’s what I know so far:

1) There is a ridiculously sexy swagger that comes with this Jerk (notice the capital, that’s because it’s his official title). He’s confident, he’s uncompromising, he’s virtually emotionless, and he has no problem saying 'I know who I am and what I want, and I'm not about to apologize for that ...or for playing with your head to get in your pants'.

2) The traits which he possesses that turn me on in the first place, are the exact same ones that piss me off so much.

3) While I absolutely HATE how he makes me feel about myself, I kind of admire his self-knowledge and arrogance. You see, a Jerk knows he’s bad, and is ok with it, so he won’t hesitate to act ‘inappropriately’ if means getting what he’s after. Think about this for a minute, how often do you come across someone who is actually unafraid to be themselves or admit to what they really want? How often do you just act selfishly regardless of the consequences it might have on you or others? Being 'good' gets old quick, and part of the reason why I (and pretty much every other girl out there) loves me a good Bad Boy, has to do with the fact that he makes me feel a little bad too.

4) He doesn’t want me, and that’s hott (yes, with two Ts). I mean, who the f*ck doesn’t want me!? Who is he to turn me down? It’s frustrating as hell and it’s driving me crazy, in a good way- which is totally bad …and all just a bit too sadomasochistic really.

So what does a girl do? This is where I keep getting stuck. I mean, I know what I should to do- stay away- but I don’t think ignoring him is much of a long term plan ...Or, maybe it is? [Light-bulb moment].

Maybe the fact that I can’t find a better solution, is because there isn’t one? Maybe Bad Boys were put on this earth for exactly this reason: to mess us up so bad that we open our damn eyes up to all the good ones out there! Maybe they’re here to make us realize we deserve more, and seek better for ourselves.

Hmmm, I think I might be on to something here, anyways, he just texted me, gotta go.

Fuck.