The Reason I Love Bad Boys

So as I reflect on my life lately, I realize there has always been one constant: my love for bad boys. Especially bad boys that are rich. I’ve noticed one trend that my relationships seem to follow: I date a nice boy, and then I date a bad boy. I get heartbroken by the bad boy and date a nice boy and then I date a bad boy again. I’ve also noticed another patter- the bad boys I date are all incredibly rich. Like travel around the world, drive nice cars, smoke weed kind of bad boys. And they’ve had blonde hair, blue eyes and tattoos.

I have no idea what it is about bad boys. Maybe it’s because I was raised such a good girl and want to date a rebel or because I want the challenge of taming a bad boy. But I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I loved a bad boy an awful lot (like, thought I was going to marry) and he opened my sheltered eyes to the world. And that’s one of the reasons I love bad boys- even though they break my heart. I just can’t resist.

I can only handle so much heartbreak though. So if you know a (am I allowed to say wealthy?) bad boy with a good heart that wants to have a healthy, stable, loving relationship…send him my way!

xoxo

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