I don’t know what it is. Perhaps the nice cars, the style, the cigarettes, and the live-in-the-moment attitude. The fact that if they wanted they could speed away in their shiny car and leave you right now, but they choose to stay and “chill” with you. That makes you feel special. Which is actually funny because “special” is the last thing you are to them. You’re more like just the next bitch, bird, slut of the week/month, etc. But you choose to deal with the no reply-text messages, the ignoring, and being the backup plan because something about this bad boy keeps you addicted. The bad boy is a confident one, one who can get any girl he wants. So when he chooses to call or text you, even if it’s just because he’s bored, you respond to the text or pick up the phone just because you know that he won’t always want you, and you should get him while you can, before he disappears again. This guy is not a dependable one. He’s not stable; he lives life on the edge and does whatever the fuck he wants, when he wants. Which is part of the attraction. I mean, how hot is that? He looks good, he’s smooth, and he’s the most fun you’ve ever encountered. However, he’ll never actually like you and care for you. But you love pretending that he does every time he holds your hand, kisses you, hugs you, and calls you pretty. When he texts you or calls you, you lighten up and get butterflies. But the truth is this boy will never text you just to see how you are or call you just because he misses your voice. He always wants something more. You guys may act cute together, but that’s all it is, an act. The sad part is, the girl always falls. And the guy doesn’t because the bad boy is a huge player. To him, you were far from special, barely worthy of being treated like a human being with emotions and feelings. You were just one meal of the day; there are two more coming. And for some reason, you accept the fact that he has other girls. There are always other girls he’s talking to and treating the same exact way he’s treating you. Even if there’s clear evidence of the other girls, (i.e. phone calls, texts, Facebook, hickeys on his neck, etc.) you take it. It gets you heated and annoyed, but you take all his shit because you want to believe that maybe you are special. That maybe he sees you differently than the ten other girls he’s getting with. That maybe you’re that one out of all of his girls that he will fall for, and start caring about. And you know he doesn’t, but in the back of your mind there’s always a little hope that maybe, just maybe, you can be the exception. That maybe he thinks about you just a little bit. Hopefully you cross his mind just once, because you think about him so much. Basically 24/7. The first thing when you wake up and the last thing before you fall asleep. You replay a million times in your mind the times you were together. Every kiss, every touch, every look, every word. But the truth is he doesn’t think about you like that. Not at all. When he’s absolutely bored maybe he’ll hit you up to see if you’re available to provide what he wants. Basically you’re his last resort. Even though you believe you have standards, you’ll take that. Why? Because he’s the bad boy and he’ll slip away in a second if you don’t take the chance now to see him. And maybe the chance will never come again. Why do you want this chance so badly? Because you still have that hope, that maybe, just maybe, he will feel about you the way you feel about him. He’s hot and bad and you like it. You know you deserve better, but you want this one, the bad boy. If it was a good guy, you’d never take all that shit from him, because you know that he’ll always be there. But not the bad boy. He’s here one second and gone the next. Just remember ladies, girls give and forgive, but guys get and forget.