Get 'Em Girls

I went through a bad boy phase in high school. I’m not talking about boys who skipped math class either. I’m talking about gang bangers, street pharmacists and a couple dudes who were a tad too old to be dealing with me. My attraction to them was probably mostly due to the whole opposites thing. I was an ardent good girl. I had good grades, rarely broke curfew and I was pure as the driven snow. The bad boy phase didn’t last too long and there were regular boys sprinkled in there too, so I got my head straight relatively quickly with no long term consequences on my end.

Besides the notion that opposites attract, the thing that those guys had was one of the few things you can not teach: swagger. Not Soulja Boy swagger, but Teddy Pendergrass swagger when he said “Turn ‘em off!” in that one old school jam or Stinger Bell swagger in pretty much every one of his scenes in The Wire. Mmmhmm. There is something very appealing about a man whose actions seem to reflect his intentions/desires. In my opinion, confidence is right up there with smile as far as the sexiest thing about a man.