I've got a new D. And he's not much better from the previous one. In fact, he's a total bad boy. I don't know what it is about bad boys that make me fall so fast. Maybe it's the risk factor that makes it exciting. Maybe it's the "i want to fix him" fever. Maybe it's that sinister smile behind that dreamy, innocent face. Yup. It's all those things. The bad boy charm... that just totally gets me. The bad boy charm that leaves me weak-kneed, red-faced, and full of giggles. Which only means one thing: I'll never find a nice, wholesome, bring home to the parents GUY.

Bad boys are for flings. Bad boys are for hot sex in the backseat... secret stolen kisses in the hallway. Relationships and bad boys don't even belong in the same sentence. And that's where the problem is, I've put the two in the same sentence using some inappropriate conjunction or clause... and now syntax has no power. You bring your own demise when you end up falling for a bad boy.

On another note, this is my 100th post. And yeah, it's kind of pathetic.