So earlier today, I watched the commercial for Sexiest (a TV show, for those who don't know). The next episode is dedicated to the 25 Sexiest Bad Boys. Well...during the commercial, one of the girls they were interviewing said something along the lines of "A bad boy appeals to a girl because she thinks she can be the one to reform him." And I went...WHAT? Then I thought back...well, no. Not really.

Let's just say...I've been attracted to several "Bad Boys" in recent times. And well...haha. I had absolutely no intention of reforming them. No. Not at all.

Shall we? Bad Boy 1. A ladies' man. No doubt about it. With his adorable baby face and smooth style, he'd make any girl swoon. Vices? Well, yeah. I mean what Bad Boy doesn't? Haha. ONE was just a crush. Nothing more. I didn't do anything about it. I didn't even TELL anyone about it. I had no intentions. He was attractive and smart but...he didn't have that certain something. We didn't have chemistry, that's what.

Bad Boy 2. ROFL. God. WHAT. WAS. I. THINKING? I know all girls will have that moment in their life when the look back and go "what the HELL was I thinking?" For Shobs, it might be Lemon. For Xina, it might be Bullfrog. For me, it's TWO. WTF and WTH? Come on! I must have been crazy. Besides, he was taken.

Bad Boy 3. Another ladies' man. Girls just couldn't keep their hands off him. And for a while, neither could I. Oh, honey. He wasn't sexier than sexy or hotter than hot. In fact, he was no Brad Pitt. He wasn't even a...Daniel Radcliffe (who rates a 3.6 in my book, DR fans out there, I'm sorry, no offense. I love Dan, he's just not my type). But for some strange reason, I was madly head over heels. Now this one, there was actually something going on. We actually hooked up but not until MUCH later. God. Another one of those "what was I thinking" moments. But..I can't regret it. It was fun while it lasted. haha. And, trust me, I had NO intention of making him a good boy. In fact, I think I was the only girl at that point who wasn't making him stop smoking, drinking or womanizing. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why we ended. He wanted someone who would take better care of him, maybe. Someone who would tell him incessantly about the evils of his addictions. Haha. Well, that girl will never be me. Not with him, not with anyone else. Just not my style. Change for yourself, not for me.

And another thing these 3 boys had in common? They were ALL younger than me. That's right. All three of them. So I told myself. Maybe it's because theyre younger than me. That's it. No more younger men.

Bad Boy 4. Older than me. Yes, finally. But...haha. He's well...well...not exactly a Bad Boy. Besides, he tried to run me over with his car. Crazy ass dick. But I love him. Like a brother. I'm over him now. We're just friends. I just can't continue loving a man who'll try to kill me. Haha. Nah. My so-called feelings for him vanished a long time ago. I think I was just infatuated with the mystery that surrounded him. He was intriguing coz he wouldn't tell. He was secretive. Ooh. Yum. Haha. But those feelings are dead. dead. way dead. It's even kind of disturbing now when I think about it. *shivers*

So...I told myself. Maybe it's not the fact they're younger. Maybe it's coz they're Bad Boys. Maybe I should look for a Good Boy who was older than me. That'd be hard to find, I thought. Well, well, well. Maybe not so hard.

Good Boy 5. Good God. I'm reverting to Bad Boys.

Here's the thing: That's just what was he was. "Good Boy". Like a puppy. In fact, one of my friends does call him my puppy. Which is really mean, I know. And quite unfair on his part, he was just being NICE. But...well...*shudders* He had a girlfriend - who loved him by the way! And here I was, just looking for a pasttime and he was ready to leave HER for me. It was too sad. I couldn't. I do like him. Seriously. He's the good kind of guy. The kind that brings you home, instead of asking you to bring HIM home. The kind that makes sure you get home (or wherever else you're going) safe, instead of leaving you in the middle of a street to catch a cab by yourself because he's found a ride. The kind that puts his arm around you without even you having to ask for it, instead of never letting you borrow a sweater even if you're having a fever and are feeling chilled to the core. The kind that tells you that he doesn't advocate drinking, instead of being the one pouring the shot and shoving it at you.

And seriously, if he'd asked me and there was no other girl, I might be with him right now. But I'm not. Coz there WAS and my damned principles just prevented me from taking advantage of him. Doing the "right" thing sucks. Haha. Don't I know it.

I had promised myself that I'd never take a guy from another girl again. I didn't want to be the cause of another break-up. I don't want to be the "other woman" again. Goodness, no. Not again.

Bad Boys will be there when you want to have fun. Coz that's what they are: FUN. You can jam, shoot the breeze, rock out, MAKE out, dirty dance, end up in the backseat of a car with them. Well, I mean, yeah. Wild nights, crazy rides. That's what they're built for.

But when you're tired of the game and you want someone dependable....when it's late at night and you need a soothing voice. When you want someone to hold your hand when you get your tooth pulled, you gotta call the Good Guy.

Haha. The Good Guy...with a roguish twinkle in his eye. haha.