Bad Boys

My new job starts in 1 hour, 11 minutes, and 41 seconds. Getting a little oogy/nervous. Oh well, I can just pour myself a shot of courage when I get there.

Feeling better today; mainly because I got out of Florida for a while! I went up to St. Mary's, Georgia, and I can't avoid the feeling that I just like Georgia better! It seems more southern, and pleasant. Of course that was a much smaller town that had no job openings, so maybe it's just that I like the small places that I can't afford to stay in. Anyway.

I got to thinking last night about bad boys. I have no idea why. Anyway, I managed to draw a parallel to my experiences in Florida, and on the road in general, to bad boys, and the whole bad boy fixation.

We all know that bad boys have an allure. A very strong allure. A very, very, very... Anyway. We all want to take them by their black leather clad arm, and lead them in the right direction, without erasing that evil glint in their eyes.

The only problem is that bad boys are just that. Bad. Take, for example, pirates. Arrr. Mmm. No one really wants to be robbed at swordpoint, possibly raped, and then fed to sharks. It's not a pleasant fate. But when Johnny Depp does that little swagger...

So here's the parallel (at long last). Florida, in my head at least, has always been the "bad boy" state of America. Slightly seedy, a little dirty, but hot and sexy as hell. I can't count the number of mystery novels I have read that have been set here. Drug runners, murderers, mafia men hiding in the Keys, it all made a very strong connection in my head.

Don't get me wrong; I think Florida probably is like that, at least a little. But I'm too damn smart to find out. I don't go walking down those dark alleys at night. I don't wander into bars in rough and tumble neighborhoods. Just like I know better nowadays than to fall for a badass in leather with a switchblade knife. I'm really not that dumb.

But it all leaves me a little frustrated. Because that draw is still there, very strong. I want to see the seedy side of Sears (sorry, that just popped out, and I don't delete anything). I want to meet a contact in a dark, dirty bar. I want my pirate. Damn it. The brains and the id are doing battle.

So that's me. Frustrated in Florida.

*I dated a good guy that looked like a bad boy once; that worked out quite well. I have high hopes for Jersey*

Comments

[pop]

Florida and California both are larger than reality. We see them one way, experience is a sub-picture of this, and the media promise is finally realized only when we get into the water, or otherwise involve ourselves. Enjoy the air, the sights and the warm water...
Wooooo!!

[Amy]

Bad boys are fun.. bad boys are exciting.. bad boys are sexy! Bad boys make bad husbands/fathers though :) So go find a few bad boys and get it out of your system while you are young and just having fun... That's what I did.. Met my husband at 17, broke it off cause he was too nice, handsome, kind, and responsible and dated bad boys for 8 years. By the time he looked me up, a nice guy looked darn fine! So I married him :)

Skip the gin fizz, I'll have a Martini! (Never had one, they look tres chic though..

[Theresa]

Go ahead with the pity party - it builds character. Let us know if you have a place to receive mail there once you get settled. As for veggies, have a bloody mary, I think it comes with a celery stick . . .

[Cindy]

Somebody's birthday is coming up....Let us know about a place to send mail. Maybe your place of employment? (How cool is your sister for that Buffy reference? Xander was so cute as a bartender.)

[Stonering]

You said " Slightly seedy, a little dirty, but hot and sexy as hell". I think you meant "... and humid as hell". Take it from a florida escapee, it's only sexy if you're vacationing there, and not always then. The 5 o clock rain showers are nice in the summer, when there's not a drought. But that's been a while. They were great when I was 10 to about 15 years old though.