Why do girls want the Bad Boys?

I've been pondering over what to write lately, every single time I'd log into my blog but then stare at the screen for about half an hour, before finally calling it quits and closing the window. I suppose I'm uninspired at the moment...I want to write about something, but what? So I've decided to try the trick of just writing the first thought that comes to mind, not exactly focusing on anything in particular.

Last weekend, I was at home because I was down with a terribly annoying sinus problem (something along the lines of not being able to breathe at all, or sounding like I'm snoring when I'm actually wide awake) with Yasir watching the Idiot Box. This old teenage movie was on - you know, one of those fluffy and predictable flicks where there's always a bitchy Miss Popular, a goodlooking jock who rules the school, a geek who's invisible but turns into a likeable Miss It and of course the ever important Prom Night, where Usher magically appears spinning on the decks...yada yada yada. This movie is titled Whatever It Takes (2000) and isn't a particularly memorable teenage flick, but I remember having watched it, god knows when exactly, or why. I have to say Shane West looks rather appealing in this, god bless his soul (this is before he turned into Boy-Of-My-Dreams in A Walk To Remember), albeit a little on the scrawny side, but he sure fixed that didn't he? Anyway, so in a nutshell, Ryan Woodman (aka Shane West) is trying to get to know Miss Thang Ashley (played by Jodi Lyn O'Keefe - who btw is also Miss-I'm-Evil-But-Very-Popular in a few other teenage movies, google it up if you're curious) and enlists the help of jock/jerk Chris Campbell (played by James Franco - not bad, but not my type). So Chris tells Ryan that if he wants to get Ashley's attention, he should treat her badly. This includes insulting her hair, breath, saying her butt looks fat in a particular pair of jeans.

Now, while all this may sound like complete garbage, Chris has a point. Of course, which girl would love hearing that her breath smells like rotten fish, but I remember at one point in my life, guys who kept me guessing drove me crazy. Everyone knows that girls tend to go for guys who treat them badly at SOME point in their life. Nobody wants the good guy, who calls you at a predictable time everyday, buys you chocolates, lays out a handkerchief so you wouldn't have to step on that puddle. At this warped stage in our lives, we want a guy who doesn't call when he says he will, sees you at a party but acts like you don't exist and talks to other girls, swears like a sailor, even flirts with other girls deliberately in front of you. These guys used to drive us CRAZY. We'd dissect their behaviour painstakingly bit by bit, daydream about the moment they'd pick up the phone and ACTUALLY call us, then dissect that phone conversation to see if he gave us any signs that he was remotely interested in us. We dream of taming them into good (well, sort of) boyfriends, settling down and having their babies.

Almost every girl I know has somehow obsessed over a guy who treated them like shit.

All I can say is, boy AM I GLAD that phase of my life is over. O-V-E-R. To hell with mind games, a man to me is someone who knows what he wants and goes for it. He'll show that he's interested, and treat you with respect because he knows that a woman like you deserves nothing but respect. He'll bring you out, and he will love spending time with you, and compliment you on how beautiful you look. He'll plan romantic surprises for you because he knows you're worth all that trouble, and when the time is right, he'll whisper in your ear that he loves you and he feels like the luckiest man in the world to be with you. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what separates the men from the boys.

Sadly, as we speak, there are millions of girls tossing and turning at night, obsessing over that one jerk who doesn't even make the initiative to call when he says he will, because he's not even thinking about the girl in the first place. I guess I was once one of them - and I'll never understand why I even got myself into those situations! I suppose every girl used to want the 'bad boys', for some strange, unexplainable reason. To these girls, I hope you'll see the light very, very soon. It's just not worth it. Boy, am I glad I can now step back and laugh at how stupid it all was.

I suppose it's not so bad after all, being a 25-year-old with some wisdom, eh?