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Ah Yes, the question that plagues the mind of every Gap shopping, cardigan wearing, zima drinking metrosexual man on the planet. Why woman love bad boys...hmm. I ponder this while I lay next to my D&D playing fiancee' who studies criminal justice for fun and would step in the gutter during a rainstorm to avoid killing worms that have come to the surface to avoid drowning. He is about as far from bad as I can get. Still, my decision to spend my life with a white picket fence instead of speaking to my husband in a room full of white cinder blocks on visiting day, came as a complete shock to me. Especially since my little black book of ex boyfriends reads like a who's who on the top ten most wanted list.... OK, I am exaggerating just a little bit, but I have had my taste of the wild side and ladies...it was as sweet as original sin.

Let's take my Jailbird ex...I'll cal him Shady, because he bore a striking resemblance to Eminem (yes this was also part of the attraction). Oh he was beautiful, blue eyes, blond hair, prison sculpted body....doing hard time because "the man" didn't understand him. Oh but I did...he was a loner, a drifter, no one could love him like me, he needed me to love him, to support him, to send him some of my hard earned money so he could by underwear and some Newports. Yes my friends, I was one of those dumb women who falls in love with guys who are locked up and believes there is a future there. Before i go on, let me explain that I am actually not a stupid woman...I am a college grad with a fairly high IQ..so why the lapse of judgment? Simple... I felt empowered. This guy was bad, he commanded respect from the other inmates, they actually asked permission to say hello to me in the visiting room. To me, he wasn't a criminal... he was larger then life and if I was his girl...so was I. I was drawn in by his mystery and his stories of drug houses, illegal fire arms buried in the woods, and how he was so respected he could go anywhere and not be touched. It was interested... he was interesting, and by association so was I. I got to tell a story people listened to and I didn't care what the actual reality was. In retrospect, I realize now that he was way too far out there for me and I came to the conclusion that loving a bad boy was one thing, but I needed to find one who was at least semi-law abiding. On other words, not locked up.
Enter Bad boy #2....
This is the big one. I'm gonna call him Mr. Big. Partially because he was

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