A Tale of Two Girlfriends..... by Keith aka Scribe1975

        It was the best of times and the worst of times for me a few years back.  I had reached a new low if life.  A recent college graduate with a full time job, I had about seven dollars to my name.  My apartment complex, located in a rather seedy neighborhood, had a cockroach to human ratio of two hundred to one.  Drug dealers hung out at the entrance of the place once the street lights came up.  Useful allies if one needed a quick fix.  I lived in a disgusting bachelor pad incomplete with no food, couch, tables, or lamps.  The only items I owned of value were a Sony Playstation, an old VCR, and the seven remote controls used to control my universe.

        This depressing lifestyle had to change.  So, little by little I started getting things in order.  I put in for more overtime at work, which rewarded me, one promotion, followed by another.  I moved into a better apartment building, free from the drug dealers and roaches, complete with a swimming pool and two tennis courts.  A 2001 Nissan Altima replaced my 1995 Nissan Sentra.  I purchased a couch, a dining room table, and two lamps.  Two Lamps!

        The transformation was across the board.  Not only did my finances improve, but progress was made in other areas as well.  I joined a gym and changed my diet.  Gone were the bacon cheeseburgers, jalapeno flavored potato chips, and rocky road ice cream.  In were the Caesar salads, baked fish, Power Bars, and 2% milk. 

        The entire process took almost a year.  During that time, I went cold turkey on women.  I didn't need the distraction.  Of course this is the beauty of women.  The moment they sense you don't want them - or need them, - that's when they came knocking at your door.  Being desired by women was new territory for me to be sure, but not unwelcome.

        The first woman I started dating could only be described as a sweetheart.  She was everything a guy could want out of a girlfriend.  Search any Internet dating website and read the descriptions men give about their ideal woman.  That's her.  Smart, funny, beautiful, and she had an incredible body.  Most importantly, she laughed at all my jokes - crucial for this selfish S.O.B.  She was perfect arm candy, ideal for showing off in front of other guys.  Yet, I couldn't help but notice the spark wasn't there.  I tried playing the boyfriend role for a few months.  We'd go to dinner or the movies.  I'd buy her flowers.  She thought things were going great.  I knew they weren't.

        I wasn't quite ready to settle down with one person.  A relationship is like selling stock.  When my stock was at an all time low the year before, no women would go near me.  Who could blame them?  I was a mess.  Once my change was complete, my stock was at an all time high and continuing to rise.  Call it greed.  Call it a wandering eye.  Whatever the case, I knew that one woman wasn't enough.  I wanted more. 

Around the same time I started dating girl number one, I met girl number two.  This new girl was the complete opposite of my girlfriend in almost every way.  She drove me crazy.  We argued all the time.  Her favorite topic was herself.  She could spend hours just yapping away about nothing of interest, including old boyfriends.  During many of our phone conversations, I'd put the phone down and continue playing videogames.  I couldn't take the useless babble.  Every thirty seconds or so I'd pick the phone back up and throw out an "Uh-huh" or a "how could she?"   It's not that I didn't care about what she had to say, but sometimes enough is enough.

        Physically she wasn't nearly as good-looking as my girlfriend, and could stand to loose a few pounds.   Still I had the hots for her.   How did I become so attracted to a woman I didn't find all that attractive?  Blame it on her lips.  The first time we kissed, wow!  I couldn't believe it.  Usually first kisses are awkward and a bit embarrassing.  Not with her.  The chemistry was all there.  I became the world's greatest kisser, with her a close second.  It was as if we were long lost lovers reunited after centuries of being estranged. 

        Girl number two wasn't bothered by the fact I was seeing someone else.  In fact, I think she may have been turned on by it.  She would call me up late at night just to tell me how horny she was.  Normally I'd be all for phone calls like that, but not when the girlfriend was six feet away.  She would ask me, "Is she there?"  And I would mumble,  "Mhmm, I can't talk right now." 

        Outside of the bedroom things never clicked.  We never went out to dinner or to a movie.  We were never seen together in public.  No holding hands.  The relationship was purely physical.  Or was it?   We fooled around for a three months before we finally got fed up with each other.  Still I can't help but credit this woman for setting off something inside me. 

        Perhaps it's not the healthiest impulse to be so attracted to these bad girls.  I can't help it.  I consider myself a bad boy.  Not 'bad' in the sense I'll knock you over the head at the ATM, but 'bad' in the sense I probably won't call when I say I will.  I have a tendency to always say the wrong things, which can be misconstrued as being insensitive.  Please don't send any prim and proper choir girls my way.  I'll tear them apart.  I need a woman who will be able to handle me.  I need a bad girl.

        Most of the women I've dated since then have all had some of the same characteristics as my first 'bad girl.'  Nothing gets me more excited than a woman with a little attitude, i.e. a bitch.  Most guys will say I'm insane for wanting this.   You see before her I always had these idealized notions of how women should behave in relationships.  I wanted that innocent sweet girl who was as pure as the driven snow.  Not anymore.  Show me a woman who drinks like a fish and curses like a sailor and I'll show you a good time