Because I said so

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 ru...