I love bad boys. Actually, I won’t even call them that. I like edgy men. Intriguing men, who go on adventures and have a lust for life. I love men that know how to give a girl some space. I want a man who has that happy medium, that balance, between being edgy and being clingy.
All I’ve come across so far are men that blow up my phone way too much, or men that don’t hit my phone at all. Neither is acceptable. I don’t want anything to do with either. Whenever a genuinely interested man would pursue me, if he was too pressed I would think, “Maybe I’m just being picky. Maybe I really don’t know what I want. Maybe I really don’t want a relationship.” I felt like I had them in the back of my pocket.
But I realized that wasn’t it. Everybody needs their space, and everybody needs to maintain their personhood outside of romantic relationships. Clingy people in general throw off free spirits. I’m a free spirit, and even though I would love to share love with someone, I can’t be caged in. I can’t feel trapped or confined. Free love is the best love.
So… bad boys (or, edgy men, rather) turn me on because they’re free spirited, but a lot of them don’t give a damn. They’re out there doing their thing. And that’s cool, do you baby. The problem is, that recklessness makes me even more interested. You’re a free spirit? ME TOO! Let’s hang out. But bad boys don’t know how to make plans, or build a relationship.
So there’s that.
That happy medium gotta be out here somewhere.