Two spare tires

Why is it that when you meet someone incredibly fantastic, all you wanna do is find all the things that are wrong with them?  And when we find someone who is completely bad for us, all we wanna do is fix them.  SMH, terrible.

I love bad men.  The ones that have been in the penitentiary or at least have the potential in going.  The two tear on the face type that has robbed a bank or two.  Kidding...Kidding.  But really, it's the "bad boys" that us "good girls" just gravitate towards.  The leather wearing, motorcycle riding, tattoo on the neck having , 3 cell phone owning, bad mouth speaking swag that JUST KILLS ME.  You know they are bad for you...your friends warn you...HIS friends warn you...you have the gut feeling about him BUT you do what you do anyway.  He runs with the wrong crowd...he rolls in late night but is up at the crack of dawn.  He doesn't keep secrets cos you don't ask questions.  He's got that gansta swag that makes you feel safe and excited at the same time.  There is just something about him that makes you think that you are the girl that can make him a honest man.  Opps, you're wrong. 

What is even worse are the men as I just explained above but they wear suits. **swoon**  They have a good job but on their side hustle.  They are well articulated and have a mouth piece that just won't quit.  The type that walks into a room and everyone has to shake his hand cos yes, he is THAT important.  Standing next to him at an office party you feel like the trophy wife (without the wife) and when you are with him and his homies, you feel like Bonnie.  He knows the finer things in life...and acts accordingly.  Women take notice and so does he.  Options.  For some reason, your the one sitting passenger seat on a Friday night, at least for now.  But he is the type that is too busy with his one million projects and jobs and people and and and...so you are left on the back burner waiting for a free moment.

Then there is the unicorn man...no wait. Boy, you're an alien...your touch are foreign..it's super natural...extraterrestrial.  You can't be real cos there is no way that a man can be a good as you.  You got the swag...the job.. the stability and baby, your touch is as soft as they come.  You cupcake enough...you give me enough space...you hold my hand when no one is looking and steal a kisses when I least expect it.  You're sweet and do your best to sweep me off my feet.  The whirlwind idea of us tortures me in daydreams and before I lay my head down to sleep, you're the one I'm wishing I can be next to.  As far as I know, you are everything that I had told the universe about.  You are my Stringer Bell.  But again, timing could not be more wrong to meet Mr. Amazing.  Slowly, you feel yourself falling in like...

So you keep two spare tires just in case you get a flat