Why Do Girls Like Bad Boys?

I just got back from the local convenience store and saw something somewhat funny that I had to share. After I got the items I went for, I walked up to the counter. There were two youngish girls working. One was going nuts because a regular customer that she had the hots for had just come in and asked her out. She was pinging off the walls.

The other one said she was jealous and wondered why the other guy in the car didn't come in and ask her out. The first one ran out to the car to get the other guys number for her friend. While she was doing this, girl number 2 was cashing me out. I looked outside out of curiosity to see what the girls were fussing about. Both guys were skinny as rails, scraggly hair and beards, tattoos up and down both arms, driving a 20 year old car.

What is the big fuss?!?!?!?!?

So my question is, What do girls see in this bad boy image. I have seen it time and time again. Friends of mine, great girls, going for these loser types. Is it the project factor? Is it the danger of it? Are the just trying to piss there parents off??

WHAT IS IT?????

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As I typed the last part, I thought about something that happened about 18 years ago. I was working as a cook for a well known chain restaurant. I happened to be good friends with most of the wait staff in the place. I would go out for drinks with them and generally just hang out. About half the wait staff were women, and the other half were gay men. I got along with almost all of them.

One night one of the waitresses came in with her face busted up. Her live in boyfriend had beat the crap out of her the night before. She was distraught that she had to work looking like that. The manager told her she could go home if she needed to, and it wouldn't count against her. She stated she didn't want to go home and face him again.

A few of us pulled her into the breakroom, and asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted to leave him, but was afraid. Tom Selleck (not his real name) told her not to worry about, that we would help her move out, and that she could stay with him for a while.

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A side note about Tom Selleck. I call him that because he looked exactly like the actor. Tall, 6'4", Dark hair, handle bar moustache, bodybuilder, and GAY as the day was long.

We were joking at the bar one night about tying cherry stems into knot with our tongues and asking who could do that. When we got to Tom, he calmly said that no, he could not do that, but that he could, and I quote, "Turn a man inside out with a blow job!!"

That was Tom for you.

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Back to the story. The waitress in question waited around until we closed up for the night. When her bastard boyfriend showed up, a couple of us calmly told him that she was not going home with him, and that we were going over that night to move her out.

He bullied up a little, and yelled at her to get in the car, and that they didn't need these shit-for-brains friends of hers messing in their life.

About that time Tom Selleck comes wading through the crowd, there were about 12 of us out there. He calmly leaned over to look in the drivers side window, and said in his lispy voice, "Mother Fucker, she's moving in with me tonight, and if you don't like it you can step out of that car and get your ass kicked by this faggot right here and now!!!"

The jerk looked at Tom for about a minute put his car in gear, and we never saw him again.

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It didn't stop her from dating bad boys though, because she was dating another one within a month.

As one of the non bad boys, I guess I will never get it. If anyone can help me understand, though I would appreciate it. I want to be able to equip my daughter with the tools to be able to see through the bullshit of these guys, so that she can be everything can can be.

HELP!!!!!

Deej

I Must Be Bored!

While doing the many exciting things I had to do today, like cleaning the guest bathroom, washing the dishes, and changing the air filter in the AC unit, I was thinking about a conversation with a friend of mine the other day. We were talking about blogs, and he remarked that he couldn't understand why people even have blogs. I hadn't told him that I, myself, have one. (Obviously)

I decided that because of that conversation, and the fact that I have no life, today's installment of "Deej's Mountain" will be about blogs from my point of view. After all, why not, this blog IS about my point of view.

First of all, why do I do it. I need a place to get this junk out of my head. I can say almost anything in here. I can let off steam, tell a funny story, talk about my fears, complain about friends-coworkers-BH, and I can say it all on my terms. I know that this is the sort of things you do with friends, but this is a little more anonymous, and that means a lot to me.

Second, How do I pick the blogs that I like to read. This a simple one. I go to the Blogger home page, watch the titles scroll by, and click on a title I find interesting. If I don't like the blog once I am there, I can click right back out. If I do like it, I will leave a comment stating so. If it is one I really like, I will visit often. When I leave a comment, I always sign in as a blogger.

Thirdly, What are my favorites? My favorite blog is "DiaryofC". That's for you, Char. I like her writing style, and I think she is one of the best dialogue writers around. I could see her writing screenplays easily. I recently became a fan of "Heidiology", and am looking forward to reading more of her work. For a laugh, I will go to "Stupidexhusband". If I were a better blogger I would know how to put a link to their sites on my page.

Like the title said, I don't have much going on today. At least, nothing interesting enough to talk about here.

Later

Deej

Why Can't We Be Happy?!?!?!?!?

The other day, BH and I took La Nina to an old farm south of where we live. This farm is part of a large park, and is ran just like it was 140 years ago. The employees still use horses to plow the fields, the even give demonstrations on how it was done in the olden days. It is a nice experience to visit this place and just relax and enjoy a different life for a while.

They show how simple life was, from milking cows to preserving food, from smoking meat to cleaning chickens. La Nina loves it when we go there because she gets to see all of the farm animals. You can just look around and see how peaceful life was.

The brochure for the farm talks about how the farm was meant to be self-sustaining. How everything the family living there needed was provided by the farm. Any extra goods produced were sold of traded in town for "extra" stuff. Maybe a new "store-bought shoes" that were used just for special occasions. Or maybe some new canning jars in case some of the old ones got broken. But everything else was provided by the farm.

On the way home, BH and I were talking. Why do we seem to require so much to make us happy in today's world. I feel depressed if I don't have enough money left out of my allowance (BH and I each set an amount of money we are allowed to spend each week) to buy lunch, and have to brown bag it.

La Nina has a room full of toys, literally. More toys than she can possibly play with, and the kids on this farm had hoops and sticks. I complain if I have to mow the yard, (not really, because I actually like it) and these men plows fields with a team of horses. BH and I complain because we can't afford to take a cruise this summer, and many of these people never went more than 20 miles from home until they were 18 and out on their own.

Maybe it's just me, but as a society, I don't think we are as happy today as they were back then. Times were more peaceful. People didn't complain that their non-fat latte was not frothy enough, and that there biscotti was too hard. There wasn't time. We have turned into a society of whiners and complainers. Myself included.

But then again, they average life span of an man was early fifties. I would be considered almost elderly at this point.

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On a side note, We had blood pressure screening at work today as part of safety month. I had mine checked when I first got there. 142 over 72 with a pulse of 70. OUCH!! That is the highest it had ever been. The nurse doing the checking told me that maybe I was just stress from driving to work, and to have it checked again later in the day. About 10:30 I went back, 121 over 71 with a pulse of 63. Now that's more like it.

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Still haven't bought a car. I am still haggling, but the price isn't where I need it to be. I may have to hang onto my truck for a while longer until it is paid down a little more.

Later,

Deej

Timing may be on my side

I mentioned in my last post, that I would wait until timing was on my side to buy a car. To give a little background, I am looking at the Kia Sportage, and the Hyndai Tuscan. They are the same vehicle just with a different name. I went shopping on Saturday to get the game rolling, and since then every salesman and woman that I talked to has called me back at least twice. I am going over today at noon to start the haggling process.

I kind of like the haggling process. I am doing it a bit different this time, though. I am telling them straight up to give me their best offer because I will be going to 3 other dealerships to compare prices. I will also let them know that I will come back even if someone beat their offer to give them a chance to counter. I plan on bleeding every cent I can out of this deal.

One thing I know though, I will be patient. I think that is one of my better qualities. I will not get upset, I will not threaten, I will just state the facts to them. That being I want the best deal I can get.

I didn't used to be that way. I once went in to a Jeep dealership, and walked out 4 hours later without a vehicle. I had them so frustrated, that they changed salesmen on me 3 different times. They wanted to make a deal, but I wouldn't budge on what I wanted to pay. I left mad, and they were frustrated. It was not the way to end the deal. I could have just as easily left on a positive note, and not gone through all the hoop-la that I did.

I have learned since then to be nice with the dealers, be honest with them, and you will get more in the end. I think that is actually a good motto for life.

Wish me luck,

Deej.

The Weekend That Was

I survived the weekend. It was stressful with the In-Laws, but we had fun. We went to the zoo on Friday. I did not realize how big the zoo here is. It was my first time. Most of the zoos I have been to, you could pretty much go through them in about 2-3 hours. We got there at noon, and left at 5:00, and did not see everything. We were just too tired to keep going, and La Nina was past the point of no return.

The rest of the weekend went smoothly. We ate out a couple of times, but nothing fancy. All in all it was a nice quiet weekend.

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I did go car shopping on Saturday. I will go back and work out some hard numbers with them this week. I was kind of surprised that there was no-one else out car shopping. Usually on Saturdays, the lots are hopping with activity and you may have wait to be helped. Not this time. We barely got out of the car when a "Product Specialist" was there shaking our hands and introducing themselves.

Of course they tried to get me to work out numbers that day, but I was just getting preliminary information. I have played this game to many times to get in deep into negotiations that soon. I want information and timing on my side.

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I am working on more stories from my childhood and early adulthood, and will post them as they come together.

Later,

Deej