Hey, mr. Bad Boy!

Sunday I spent at my father's girlfriend's son's birthday party. 'S. I stumbled in wearing my lovely lovely wellingtons (which I love) and a lovely lovely hangover so when Cesar, the birthday-boy, started bumping around all over the apartment playing with a balloon my energy level hit zero. This, I learnt, was a bit unfortunate for me as one of Ceasar's half-brothers seemed quite interesting, short-spoken as he was. I might have attempted to make conversation if I was my normal self.

Colin Farrel, famous bad boy, and one of the hottest men alive imo.

I don't know what it is, but as soon as some guy (usually the kind that wears hoodie), gives you the silent-treatment, or seems generally less kind in some way, he quickly gains my attention. The "bad boy", or the one that you know means trouble - my weakest link. Today when I went to the grocery store I looked my absolute worst. I have a harsh cold, so I put on my comfiest/warmest clothes which put together make an incredible mismatch. My hair a mess, and with no make up on, my red nose could be passed for a warning sign. Haha okay, I admit, that last part was quite an exaggeration, but you get the picture, right? Well, I was looking for garlic when suddenly I feel this guy's gaze upon me, so I look up, and what do I see, if not another of the kind. He must've hit his head hard (or he might have been high - who knows), because when I saw him later outside it almost looked like he was trying to flirt. Maybe my cold has made me hallucinate...

Self Esteem - Veronica Maggio (Offspring-cover)

Well, what I wanted to get to with this post however is: Why is the "bad boy" so attractive - when deep down, I think we all know that if he can be "repaired" at all, chances are really small we will be the ones "fixing" him?

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