The Bad Boy I’m talking about is a confident, swaggering, egotistical type:
Back in the dark ages I planted the seeds of this post in Tarn’s blog and to some extent in SpawnySpace as well. So some of the old hands, Tarn, Blurkel, Spawny, have already heard a few of my mutterings on this subject. Most likely they’ll have forgotten it already, so if they continue reading here they can look forward to being bored to death all over again.
Some women seek the attention of some men only, ignoring other men. Although they might be a small minority of women, they are sufficiently numerous to make their presence felt anywhere I have been in the world. They are not all trashy women. They include suburban mums, respected wives and career women.
They are not confined to a particular type of locality, either. There’s just something about some of the men that appeals to some of the women everywhere, strongly enough for them to approach those men or at least make their interest obvious. I’m not sure of all the reasons for this, but I am sure they include “bad boy”.
I am a close friend of some “Bad Boys”. Women’s Alphas. And others who claim they are not BBs but are treated as BBs by women. And me? Well, I’m tall enough to be conspicuous, I often grin at people without thinking, and they tell me I have a wicked smile (don’t be fooled by my avatar, I’d just emerged from months in the bush – hence the long hair – and I hate having my photo taken for reasons that will become clear if you keep reading).
“Bad Boy” in the Streets
Woman 1: “Hey mate, have you got a girlfriend? Where do you live!”
Woman 2: “Oh Sar-ah! Anyway mate, where DO you live?”
Sarah fondles my ass as she passes by.
Most times it’s just verbal. A taxi driver in Anaheim winds down the window of her cab. “O m-y-y-y-y, look at you… Any place I can take ya, baby?” She’s reacting to the way I move. While city boys are mostly conscious of their walk, I seldom am. Either she’s attracted, or she wants to bring me down a peg or two. Or both of the above.
These women have total confidence that I’ll be flattered and enjoy it. They think I’m a woman’s alpha. If they caught me on a bad day I’d react to their attentions by… by what? How are they to know what I might do? It’s obvious that I could do a lot of damage. I weigh 111 kilos (245 pounds) and yet I’m lean and light on my feet. I can see it in their eyes: it’s a challenge for them to take liberties with me.
The “bad boy” they perceive doesn’t stop at “womanizing playboy”. I believe it encompasses the distinct possibility (in their minds) that I’m the criminal type as well. If you were assessing me just by my appearance and demeanor, I could very well be a man with a record. My apparent lack of fear, for example, might be due to a firearm I conceal on my person, or to a heavy who’s minding my back right now.
It’s difficult for a man to understand it, but this excites some women. If danger comes, it’s invariably towards us, not them. If it does head her way she’ll expect us to defend her. Because the Bad Boy is not the “giving” type, she must make it obvious to him that he’ll be getting something in return. Then he’ll help, and some. The women who catch his attention early, be it overtly or with subtlety, will be more likely to survive.
By “a small minority of women”, I’m talking about the bold ones only. I’m not including the more subtle ones or those who attract by giving him the challenge of a chase. It might even be true that a majority of women have an innate attraction for the BB. I can see why. Think of the sacked cites through the ages. White Knight fiction likes to depict the innocent women being raped and slaughtered in the streets. What about the ones who willingly gave themselves to the victors – would they not be more likely to survive?
There are bizzare aspects as well. Think of the women in Africa who follow the gangs of murderous brutes. Think of the Great Plague and Trappist monks followed by female crowds aroused by the naked torsos, the pain and the blood and the violence to Jews.
I’ve seen it too in the reactions of women toward bike gangs, and toward the entertaining but reputedly murderous Moehau Man.
“Bad Boys” in Bike Gangs
I’ve never belonged to a gang but I own a powerful bike and have accompanied Maori and Samoan friends in bike gangs. When those bikers rumbled into town, people in their efforts to looked unconcerned managed to show how concerned they really were. The men did their best to ignore us. The women watched us when they thought we weren’t looking. As they looked away we’d catch glimpses of their expressions. A mixture of trepidation and interest, repulsion and attraction. In the way that a military uniform can appeal to a woman, so can the accoutrements of a bike gang: the leather jackets (leather from head to toe even more so) , the boots, helmets, visors, belts and chains.
Some of the single women were clearly anticipating the places they thought we might head to – a bar or a fast food outlet (the Zebra follow the Lion, feeling safer when they keep him in sight). Others would draw together into groups to observe us. I was sometimes amused to see the faces of some married women of my acquaintance, among the observers. By their demeanor, they were “interested”. Women don’t look at a man long and often unless they want to be seen to be interested.
Some of these bikers are visibly unwashed. Is that a part of their appeal? Who knows. Most are Maori and Polynesian. Perhaps another part of their appeal: Polynesians have among the heaviest frames and most heavily muscled bodies of all humans. Also, they haven’t been targeted for emasculation as much as white men have.
Entertaining and murderous:
From this amateurishly amusing video you’ll learn that MM is reputed to be murderous in a most brutal way, ripping off limbs and heads in his greed for flesh:
Mistaken Identity (Cill the Squatch):
A total stranger in a bar once gave me a description of a critter who could only have been myself! He told me about a big hairy wild man who runs around naked on a “deserted beach” in the general vicinity of my place.
Since there’s no-one else for miles around, he could only have been talking about me. Obviously somebody had seen me from a boat some time before, and the story had spread. The wild man was “hung like a horse” – that’s the part that most amused me. Fair tickled me pink, it did. He had no idea he was talking to the man he was describing. (Ahem) At this juncture (cough) I should say some of the description of the Wild Man was somewhat exaggerated.
I didn’t go to town much back then, I have no resident barbers at my place, so my hair was long.
I had some amusing incidents as the Wild Man. Some women came out in a boat with cameras. They didn’t know which beach I’m at, so to throw them off and have a bit of fun I pulled a balaclava over my head and tracked them up the coast to a lonesome beach before letting them catch a glimpse. When they cautiously came ashore I leaped out at them with a roar. Man it was funny, they scattered like rabbits in a weasel’s den.
A few days later a hard core group of them returned to the same virgin beach, clad for rugged terrain with all the gear. I stayed out of sight. They tracked around in an organized manner, and came close to flushing me out.
Once more I leaped out with a bellow that would’ve brought down the walls of Jericho. They shrieked and scattered but quickly re-grouped and advanced. The roar-retreat-advance pattern repeated itself several times, with their advances becoming ever more steady and determined. I was laughing, they were laughing, they tried to engage me in conversation but when all they got out of me was grunts and growls and Chimpanzee yells (ooo! ooo! ooo-ooo-ooo AHH! AHH! AHHHHHHHHH…!!!) they gave me a bit of cheek and we went our separate ways.
Bad Boy Syndrome
Bad Boy Attraction most definitely exists. It’s just a question of how much and how far. Do all women have it, and some manage to smother it? Or do some escape it completely? Or… am I completely wrong about the BB, and are women simply attracted to strength? Would they actually prefer the strength without the “BB” (in which case, if my own observation of “Bad Boys” is accurate, they’d usually be left with someone like me)?
When women say they are attracted to the wrong sort of man, do they mean the Bad Boy? I reckon yeah, more often than not.