Don't deny it, most - if not all - of us have been through it. We've all fallen for him: the one with the pierced ear and tatt sleeve. The one you wouldn't dare to introduce to your parents so you rendez-vous in secret in his car, in an empty room at school, anywhere out of the public eye.
We get drunk on the excitement, the thrill.
Why are bad boys so hot? Why do they turn us on more than the preppy princes? What is it about them that makes us girls want them so bad?
And you know what makes us continue to pursue them? When we see that underneath their black leather jackets they're actually filled with fluff. And that combination is what gets our hearts. You know, like Damon Salvatore. That's how my bbf (boy best friend) and I refer to bad boys with hearts.
It's the excitement.
It's the sex appeal.
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Sidecar: Dating/Sex Inquiries
Non-FictionI'm no dating expert, just a sidecar. A twenty-four year old's inquiries on Love.
