We have talked about this before. I have found myself another one.

He is very much reformed.

He has a ton of tattoos which I like because I have four and it makes me look like I have hardly any. LOL.

He is very good to me.

He has just gotten to place in his life where he is done with that stuff and has been for years.

Does anyone else find themselves draw to the ex bad boys?

What do you think the charm is?

I always see bad boys as giving life the finger.
Most attractive :-)

LOL.

It's us good girls living vicariously through them. LOL We need to sack up and become bad girls ourselves.

What do you think the "charm" is about them?
After all you are the one who is attracted by them.

"Ex Bad Boy "

Are you serious?

No such thing.

Kid yourself all you like girl.....

You seem to have an unending stream of jock super models....(from what you post)

If you want a good guy....go get him.

If you want a bad boy....go get him.

From what I read.....you can get as much action as I can....maybe more.

Going for an "ex " bad boy is just stupidity.

You eiether want a good man or you don't .....throwing around. Words like "ex bad boy " means you got it handled and don't need us.....or you got no clue and do need us.

I may be wrong...but I Aint.

krupa some kind of pro?

Chrissy, I think you got it right. But I am only going on my own example.

I was neither a bad boy (no tattoos or drugs) nor a good boy (no job or future) in my entire twenties. At one point I hooked up with this respectable housewife. She had been divorced, a live cancer victim, three kids, a church goer, an avid reader, a real goody-goody community person. She was not even all that good looking. At the time she was 48, and I, 27. She worked in one of the UofT libraries, in a religiously oriented one.

I? I was 27, like I said, short, very good looking slim, with no social skills whatsoever. I was working at two jobs, as a doorman and as a bartender. She was thrilled with me, and so was I with her. But. I did not know how to behave. I shocked her family (her children) with the rude and lewd things I said at the dinner table. I talked her into copulating in the car on the parking lot behind her most usually used grocery store. I was the "wild kid" in her life, the wild and untamed lover, the crazy and somewhat cute little tiger cub that could scratch seriously without the cabby fully realizing the damage he was making. (I sometimes worked week ends as a cab driver. Taxi driver in US vernacular.) Or the wild cabby realizign he was at all that he was drawing blood or something. It was all good, good clean vicarious fun for making up for a whole lifetime, in her case, for all the boring household sht and husbandry sex.

So yes. This woman was one of the many in Canada who wanted to write the Great Canadian Novel. She was all literature and God and social comformity, and in our relationship she enjoyed the breath of fresh air I let into her life when I talked about tiits and when I went "woo" every time a great-looking other woman appeared within eyesight. She was most impressed when we took a room in a really run-down flee-infested downtown hotel, rooms rented by the hour, sheets changed once a month, whether they needed to be changed or not. Anyhow, she was impressed, because I went "woo" when she took her pants off. You see, it was a totally involuntary "woo"; she enjoyed among other things, my ability to be guileless, natural, a little wild kitten tiger cub that has no knowledge of how to lie or steal or hurt, and when he does, he is unaware of doing that.

In other words, I represented in her life the little sin that is allowed for one to indulge in, after a lifelong pious and restrained life. I was the amount of sinning to her, in her life, that all gods of any religion gracefully forgive to the most faithful who had been living without blemish to that point.

She had a brilliant sense of humour, too. And boy, she liked sex.

I'm sorry.....

But...

A Bad Boy is Bad.....

to the End.....

and He's Damn Good at it!!!!!



And if he ain't....

He Never was!!!!

I BET you say this coz that's the tallest finger of the lot.

Women are so predictable.

I only know that good girls are truly bad girls behind closed doors

No grey areas babe. I mean if this were true Denise Richards woulda tamed Charlie Sheen right quick.

Bad boys live bad lives. In the end they are just lonely looking for attention!

i wouldnt say lookin for attention...but more likely looking for the right woman!!

I can't say I am attracted to bad boys.

Going with the crowd on this one. When a bad boy really changes its out of regret or want to change. If not he is a bad boy on good behavior.

Where do you think you will meet a reformed bad boy? How would he act? Would be trolling for girls? Would be be sweeping you off your feet? Hmmmm

That's like a full fledged alcoholic having a random drink.

im with a bad boy & im a gd girl. im 49 hes 42. he sexually physically and every other way is abusive to me. i wil never ever again go for the bad boy cause mayb one day il end up deid. do u really want that girls¿? plz girls go for the good boys!!!. im trying to find a good man now. i hope hes out there.

I wish more boys liked the ex-bad girl.

I can't say that I am attracted to the "bad boy."

Yeah, what he said....

Myself I just don't want a wimp, want one that has some balls to speak up and do things on their own.....