Am i dating a bad boy
We spent a passionate week together, and when I left town, I thought I was leaving behind a new long-distance boyfriend—one who, it turned out, didn't like to call or e-mail..I thought our fling was the start of a relationship; he thought it was a fling, period. I would fall for a brilliant guy with an irresistible smile who never quite fell for me but who possessed all the qualities I liked in a man: a sense of humor, certified smarts, smoldering looks.One evening, after one too many drinks, some demon took over my brain and I con- fessed that I thought he was too boring for me.
I was convinced I'd found my ideal man: intellectual, witty, artistic, and .He didn't come up with crazy ideas, asking me, as other men had, to take off for Argentina, ride the roller coaster in Santa Cruz, or swallow vision-inducing drugs with a shaman in the Amazon. "No," I mumbled, embarrassed and worried that he was going to flee. "Just because I'm not an asshole doesn't mean I'm boring," he said "You need to figure out the difference." Now that was interesting.