Bad boys, bad boys.

Why is it that the nice guy with the good job, steady income, nice place and nice car who is the “relationship type” is so boring? So normal? So blah? And the bad boy who plays the guitar with the cute smile, two jobs, multiple roommates and “issues” is so attractive? So intriguing?

A few days ago, I was wondering if HE would call. Well, he didn’t. But tonight, I ran into him. Actually, it was more like a friend knew where he was and we went there (big, HUGE mistake). And it might have been the most awkward situation I have ever been in. If I had a few more drinks and grew “a pair,” I would have loved to ask him why he didn’t call. Did he ask for my number just to be nice? Because he felt obligated or guilty?

He claimed he dropped his phone in the pool today and it wasn’t working. Bullshit. Bullshit! I can see right through that. And I don’t need it. I don’t need to be jerked around. I don’t need to deal with immature crap from a guy who doesn’t have the balls to just be honest.

But, after all of that, there is still something about him that makes him so attractive. I am intrigued. I am curious. I am stupid, I know.

I have never been so happy to get out of Dallas for a week. Thank God for my trip to NYC this week.

Tagged as: seriously?. guys suck. i like bad boys. drinks.