The Good Guy vs. The Bad Guy

I always seem to find myself in between a good man and a bad boy.

There is just something about bad boys that always seem to prevail.

Their anger towards everything, the mystery behind their anger, the way their eyebrows curve when their angry. No one could have told me that I would have bypassed all of my bad boy obsessions only to fall in love with a good man. I mean a really good man. A really good man who treats me so well, beyond my widest dreams and expectations.

Check? What's a check? A really good man who pays for everything! That's a really big improvement from the last bad boy relationship. He made money only to round up all of this homeboys, buy them each a new outfit, a fresh pair of shoes, take them to the club, pay for VIP entry and pop bottles... I am totally shaking my head as I write this, but it is indeed all true. I have such a good man. He knows his job and he does it well. It's like a breath of fresh air every time we're together. I want to run into him every single day of my life.

Bad boys no longer prevail in my world. Now a days it is all about the good guys... my good guy.

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Don said…
Real ish, Aerial. And I gotta ask: is it also because your good dude brings out the best in you? Is it because you now view life thru the eyes of your child?

For years, I've stated and reiterated and stood by my statements that women seemed to um - what's the word I'm looking for - "like" when I acted bad. People laughed, but I was dead serious.

Since I matured and became more of a laid back cat (daughter got older and I didn't want her to see me in a negative light), I can't believe the amount of women who honest to God aren't really into good guys.

So, yeah, it's some real ish to click on your blog and read that you left the dark side.

Lol. I'm just fucking with you.
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