Love Game

Why do we love the bad boys so much? Sure, they’re handsome, captivating and alluring, however we surely know that they’ll only break our hearts in the end. Is that what makes them so entrancing? Knowing the certain danger, and yet craving every sole moment of passion until that very final moment is painfully extinguished. It’s the thrill of the ride (so to speak).

Pretty much since the beginning of time it seems as if those naughty boys have been playing with our hearts, taking advantage of our pure innocence, and finding defiant ways to deflower our integrity. For just as long we’ve exuberantly ached for their attention.

Bad boys get an intoxication from believing that they’re always in control, believing that we somehow radically warrant their dangerous presence, and will do nearly anything to feel their strong, tattooed arms around us. But what if they suddenly realized that we’re the ones in control here, and that they’re simply toys that satisfy our natural, animalistic cravings for lust and pleasure?

Women have been playing the damsels in distress for as long as time can remember, and it’s not because we’re oblivious to the intentions of our brave knights. The truth is that we’ve been flipping the cards in this game of hearts from the very beginning. Carefully planning our next move and perfectly domineering our every action and reaction. What better way to notch up our game than to allow a “bad boy” to believe that he’s in control of our emotions.

Sometimes the most alluring role play comes from pretending to be a chaste and immaculate maiden whom is unknowingly a mere rollick of delectation and entertainment for a stunningly handsome and seductive man who has all of the right moves. As women we've adapted to the game, and mastered our poker faces.

The truth is, in society a man is usually emblazoned for pulling off such a stunt. The more women that he can attract - the more manly and studly he becomes, and so he walks around with his head held a little bit higher with a certain confidence and self-esteem. This demeanor flows around him like a prohibitive scent that attracts both men and women alike. This is not to say that such a stance isn’t admirable and sexy, because truthfully it most definitely is, and that’s what so recklessly draws us to these bad boy figures in the first place.

However, when a woman does the exact same thing, she is immediately frowned upon. A woman who enjoys the frequent company of men is considered a bawd, a sore upon society, unclean and trashy. Instead of attracting idolizing attention, they are often cast out of sodality, mocked and burlesqued. So, as a defensive measure, to protect our merit and virtue we tend to chisel ourselves into playing the victim. It is much more acceptable to be viewed as the collateral damage of infatuation and devotion than it is to be identified as the contriver of a love game.

As times are changing, and more and more minds are opening and expanding, optimistically I hope that women become more empirical and accepted for their sexuality. Although it’s never befitting to break a heart, we have every right to enjoy our emotions, and our bodies just as much as men, without the risk of being judged and abashed for doing the exact same thing that men do!

I long for the day when a magnetic and seductive woman wearing a tank top, bearing tanned, tattooed arms can create as much desire and enthrallment as those handsome and sultry bad boys that we’ve all loved and dreamed about for ever so long.

As Bob Dylan best said it "The Times They Are A-Changin" and the rules of love are following close behind. We're tired of playing the victim, we no longer want to be damsels in distress. We're changing the rules! Are you in the game?