I always try to write useful posts. Either that they offer practical info, a recommendation, that help you choose or make smart choices, overall that you get something out of it. I respect and honor the couple of minutes (humans read 4 words per second apparently) you spend on each post. You get tons of emails every day so if you read mine there should useful/practical for you. Well not this time. Or at least I have not found how you can use this, other than some reflection or a couple of laughs) till the time I am typing on this. We’ll see by the end of the write-up…
Why we like bad boys? Yes, this is the topic of my post today. Between supporting the efforts to limit world hunger and where to find the best Indian food, I chose to write tonight about… boys. Once a week I have lunch by myself somewhere downtown at a window observing the people passing by. And using this visual stimulus to think back at my own life and that of my friends.
As I was wandering my eyes on various faces and figures, I realized what I kinda already knew. The rougher guys seemed to enjoy a few more seconds than the rest. They seemed more intriguing, better material for coming up with stories and hypotheses (my favorite hobby). What do they do for living? Where are they going? Are they polite actually? Can they be sweet at a given time? Somehow the guys in well-tailored suits were leaving less to the imagination to question. From a bank or a corporate job, in his lunch break, back to his desk in a while, maybe hitting the gym on his way back home (if he hasn’t woken up at 6am to do it before the office) and then drinks with a beautiful girl or friends at one of the usual spots around here. But for the other guys their story was not that evident.
And from that going back to my own relationships, to the long stories of my friends, the deep existential question was born: Why are we attracted to bad boys? Or to men who look like bad boys? And I do not mean in movies, which is proven, admit it, but in real life. And these are the reasons I came up with, while drinking a freshly squeezed lemonade (no vodka or gin included).
DISCLAIMER: Bad Boys are bad. People of all ages stay away.