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Bad boys, the city, and how they get away. You see, girls in their tender age, well most of them, fall for the bad guys. The smokers (smoking does not make a person bad, but it doesn't add plus points to the image, and the image per se), the tattoed (tattoos, like smoking, does not make a person bad. All about the image darling, the image, per se), the drunks, the womanizers, etc.

Now, when these girls reach a more mature age, lets say, 21 (god i am getting old), they prefer to settle with the creme de la creme. The men with a good status, a good background, someone with a good image. And so, when they get hurt by these men, they tend to feel the hurt more than when they dated bad boys. Why, you ask? You see, this is where expectations come into play.

You wouldn't feel so hurt when you know the person hurting you was capable of doing it anyway. It was reasonably foreseeable. Therefore, your emotions were in standby mode, and it was easier to take the heavy beating. Because you could direct some of the blame on yourself since you knew what you were getting yourself into. There was that little possibility of bad boys crushing you.

You don't expect a good man to wrap you around his fingers and then all of a sudden, dip you into a pot of hot oil.

I'm not saying we women should all dump the good ones and go weak for the bad ones. I am merely saying, (1) good or bad, in reality, really all depends on image and (2) expectations can take a toll on you.

2 comments erdi. last confessed at 3:27 AM
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What if the bad one loves you as much as the good one does? Then how do you decide when both are so different. Bad not personality bad, but just not creme de la creme. Sigh..

By mnll, at 1:14 PM

You do know, without a doubt, who it is you love. That one person. People are usually blinded and become all selfless when they measure who loves them more, and they forget to take account of who they themselves love.

I know people who commit themselves to one person, but they stray when a third party confesses more love than the other person. Figure out who you committed yourself to, and who the third party is.

Then again, what is that real and perfect definition of love. I'm no expert. We're all just human. You and I are entitled to be blinded and indecisive sometimes. So don't frown my friend! :P --erdi

By Anonymous, at 3:40 PM