I should probably preface this by saying that I don’t speak for every woman when I say that bad boys always win out over the nice guys. Obviously, its a matter of preference and being part of my personal blog, this thing’s gonna speak for me and any women out there who happen to agree with my veiwpoint. Some women out there want the sensitive guy-next-door who shares his feelings over coffee and draws hearts in the sand. There’s a market for everything.
   That being said, there’s also a market for pet rocks and hot dogs injected with Velveeta.
   …Just sayin’.

5. Chivalry isn’t dead.   …which means it has a pulse. Women want men who make their hearts race, not flatline. The attraction to chivalry isn’t about getting a man to grovel at your feet; it’s about seeing someone hard and rugged tame themselves for a moment or two. Do you know why James Bond gets the girls? It’s because underneath the designer suit and the fancy bar orders is a bad-ass heartbreaker who makes his own rules and is an animal in the bedroom. It’s suspenseful, it’s enticing… it leaves the wild stuff to the imagination, but openly admits that its there. Think of chivalry as a strong cologne: it’s hot when it’s worn to compliment the real you; not so hot when you marinate in it.
4. That looked a lot better before I heard what was in it.   Did you ever stop to think why the ingredients in candy bars are listed in fine print on the back of the label? It’s because consumers really don’t want all the information, right away. Something called “Red Hot Chocolate Delight” will sell a lot better than something called “Partially-Hydrogenated Cocoa Byproduct That Is Artificially Colored With Ground Up Beetle Wings”, even if it wears the same package. “Nice guys” have a tendency to spill all their deepest personal insecurities, weaknesses and vulnerabilities at the beginning of a relationship, in an attempt to be honest; “bad boys” bottle that extra stuff up and spill it drop by drop, over time. Nobody wants to take on a laundry list of obnoxious issues…but if you’ve already had time to fall in love with your favorite candy bar, you’re less likely to ditch it once you find out what’s really in that ambiguous squishy center.
3. “Safety” doesn’t make us feel safe.   Nice guys may get you home by 10:00 and not suggest anything past first base ’til you say you’re ready, but bad boys are competent and get the job done. They know how to fix cars because chances are they’ve wrecked at least one. They know what to say in shady parts of town because they’ve had to get out of there at some point. And they know how to win fights, because they’ve lost enough to get better.
     If I was trapped in a deserted parking lot at 2:00 in the morning, let’s just say that I’d rather be clutching the arm of a scruffy, scarred-up motorcycle driver who maybe has a short fuse and carries a pocketknife for protection, than a friendly vegan pacifist who resolves trouble through constructive words and frowning unpleasantly.
2. Jaguars are sexier than turtles.   Bad boys are attractive, and they know it. They might put time and money into their appearance to fit their personal style and taste, but they don’t waste time worrying about what color shirt to wear on a first date or stumbling over their words in a mirror. They radiate confidence, embrace their imperfections and take social risks because they have absolutely nothing to lose. “Bad” boys rarely get rejected, because they have a “her loss, not mine” attitude. They’re confident in their own skin and don’t need validation from others to feel awesome. When they snag the woman they were chasing, it adds to their awesome; but it doesn’t define them.
      Now bear with me while I try to approach this one from a horribly-forced metaphorical angle: Hypothetically, if you were to divide people into, lets say, “jaguar types” and “bunny types”, which do you think would be sexier? Okay, maybe not bunny types since bunnies are kind of the free love-loving hippies of the animal kingdom and probably make sweet bunny love every night and do boatloads of ecstasy. Okay, so how about “jaguars” vs. “turtles” or something? Like a jaguar would be all “HEY! I’m a JAGUAR! I’m on the TOP of the food chain! There’s a CAR named after ME! I can do ANYTHING I want, ’cause I’m a JAGUAR!” And a turtle would probably be like “Doop-dee-doop. I’m a turtle. I’d like some pizza, but by the time I swam on over to Domino’s my pizza would probably be cold. And I don’t think they even serve turtles. Oh well, I’m lactose intolerant anyway. So I’ll just settle for some iceberg lettuce or whatever you happen to drop in here.” And the jaguar would get all the girls, because when girls cuddle up at night, they want it to be with a confident hunky jaguar, not a self-loathing turtle who quotes Belle & Sebastian lyrics in his Facebook statuses. Except for maybe hipsters.
1. You can’t light a spark without friction.   I’ve dated my fair share of nice guys and not-so-nice guys and everyone in between. The minute a guy refuses to make a decision on where to go for dinner or what movie to see (not in the “I honestly can’t decide between burgers or tacos today ’cause I’m hungry enough to eat both and then probably whatever you don’t finish, too” or the “all these movies kinda suck, you pick ’cause it’s down to the latest J.Lo movie and something with ‘Twilight’ in the title and either way, you’re bearing that cross” sorta ways, but in a deliberately passive “Oh, anything you want, I trust your judgment and I’m sure I’ll love it, take your time to decide, fa la la, did I ever tell you you’re pretty?” sorta way), that’s right about when I start looking elsewhere.
      “Confrontation” isn’t a four-letter word! Relationships don’t have to be perfect in order not to be abusive; there’s a whole mess of dynamic healthy relationships out there, and not a single one is sunshine and roses all the time. “Nice” guys seem to think that strong, independent women want a doormat, and we don’t…In fact, us strong, independent women have really shot ourselves in the foot if every guy out there is afraid to argue with us out of fear that butting heads will squash our independence. We don’t want to be coddled. We don’t want to be bowed down to. We want to be treated as equal, not better.
      “Bad” boys seem to get this. They speak their mind and don’t apologize if it contrasts with our views. They’re honest about themselves because they’re secure with who they are as individuals. They aren’t afraid to set us straight when we’re wrong (and in a world where men and women actually are considered “equal”, we’re each bound to be wrong some of the time). Sometimes we fight, sometimes we make up; but we can always share a sense of mutual respect without either person compromising their dignity or independence.

   And that’s why my Mr. Right always has to be a little bit wrong.