What's a Nice Boy Like You Doing In A Place Like This?

So, here's the issue du jour- my beloved friend, A, and I aren't merely friends anymore. We haven't been for about a week and a half now, laughing at our utter resistance to define what is taking place.

My problem is that I seem to have an issue with men that do not carry with them the slightest sense of danger. It's kind of like Steve Martin says in My Blue Heaven, "I like my girls a little more.....dirty or somethin' " Could I honestly still be so immature that I am still attracted to the "bad boys"? Damn. I thought I was over this. I am too old. I know that the only two men that I hyave really loved were both rather worthless at times. Conceited, with an overabundance of ego...but come on. The humor lies in the fact that I have come to know A well enough that although I could never see this man hurting me, he is certainly a bad boy in all the good ways! Yum.

The question remains, however- is a sense of risk an integral part of my attraction to the male species? Does the slightest possibility of the wrong man send my brain reeling into a slam-dunk of chemicals, causing my netheregions to continuously fire in a frenzy of anticipation?

Wish me luck, girls and boys- I am seeing my aforementioned pal this evening. More to come.