Why the Bad Boys?

Remind me to tell my daughter that she will like the bad boys first.  She will be intrigued by their veneer and impenetrable spirits.  Their portrayal of confidence will draw her to want to know what they are all about and why, whether popular or not, they seem to need nobody at all. We like the hunt as much as we like being hunted and when the prey is not easy to catch, the desire to conquer grows.  Remind me to tell her that this is all natural, hot and exciting, but ever so fleeting.  I know this won't really matter in the beginning, but with just a couple of heartbreaks, then, perhaps it will.  The questions will begin: What is it about me?  What did I do? I know I loved him. Here is the catch: the game leaves no room for love.  Every time I have felt the quick and sharp sting of excitement when the hottie looks this way, and I followed through with a subsequent meeting; I signed the dotted line.  It's the contract for the high-impact, short lived relationship.  Always.  We, women, have the right of first refusal.  We have the ability to pause the contractual agreement and talk, ask questions and  examine.  It is only in this holding pattern that we may begin to read the contract more carefully and then decide with clarity whether this will be worth signing for fun sake or signing for the heart's investment.  Remind me to tell my daughter that it is always and forever will be ours to choose.