The Bad Boy
I am in the midst of extracting myself from that oh so bad boy dilema and boy, is it hard. This is the kind of guy that every woman
falls for at some point in her life... and like a big chocolate gateau it is forbidden, no good for you and tempting beyond belief.
The bad boy knows how to treat you. At first. Not that he treats you well, but he is an expert in what will make you feel desired, then
giddy, then totally hooked. In my case I have Bad Boy syndrome for a year now and the memories are bitter and few; when he becomes
attracted to someone else, when his phone beeps all night long with racy thoughts from other 'friends' these things remain in your head
and crowd out the sensual times, the way he looked at you at first, when he took you to that concert.. not to mention the drunken hazy
memories outside the local bar, on a side street in the shadows kissing frantically and thinking nothing is as good is this.
Your friends are beyond bored about hearing about him. Worse, they no longer have any faith that you are strong enough to let him go.
They do not don the rose coloured glasses and actually they find him, well, a bit of an idiot really. But they prop you up with
chardonnay and listen to the latest rampant bad behaviour and console in all the right places because they love you. Later, going on to
the club they try not to kill you when you dash away having being summoned by mr. casanova to go and keep him company at his
house tonight. Yes, the most you see of this man is after midnight. What is it about these bad boys?? Try as you might spending time
with a nice lad who wants to take you to the cinema and hear more about your life, you just can't seem to focus because bad boy is
still in your heart, and he is deliberately keeping himself there for the long haul. Find it a suprise that he sends you a text message on
a saturday night 'just because?' he is scared you are on a date. When you feel like moving on the most, here he comes, riding into
the scene in an upmost seductive manner and bam, your back to square one.
What's a girl to do? Hmm. Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I think I just heard my phone........
K.B
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