It's true, I know. After thousands of barstool discussions with single girls in their late twenties, new mothers or wives in their mid thirties, wisened ladies in their golden years, and even those that are still brand new to it all, I've never met a sister who wouldn't admit to falling for a bad guy.
Like that everlasting question though, 'what defines bad?' And faster than a bunny, it's a straight up debate between the pros and the cons, black and white, thin vs. fat, any old positive to negative that you could consider. I don't have time for that crap, though.
I don't have time to bring it up with the committee.
No, these days it's all about me, and on Planet Nicky, my version of a bad boy, lately, is just one who walks a little left of average. I don't need anyone hardcore, yo. I'm all about pursuing normal. Gimme a guy who's just ordinary, and I'm impressed these days. Sure, make me laugh, but I'm not after gold and glitter. I just want to find someone nice, though that makes most people cringe to really consider it.
I feel like that about life in general, though. I don't want waves, and I don't want screams of excitement or dispair. No, these days I just want to glide by, to acknowledge 'just a day' and be happy with that.
I don't know. Maybe it's the weather, or something.