A simple answer? Because our hearts and minds are often not on the same wavelength 💔🧠
Women don't just love scoundrels — they touch us. They evoke emotions, break patterns, challenge us. With them, it's like a roller coaster 🎢: sometimes it takes your breath away, sometimes it makes your head spin, sometimes you want to scream "stop!" But it's this feeling of living on the edge that's so captivating. Especially when your soul is still alive, when you're not tired of being "strong" and still want to play, feel, suffer, and have fun 🔥
And the boring ones? They're reliable. Those who don't disappear. Those who aren't rude. Those who call when they promised 📞 Those who make plans for Sunday — and don't cancel them. And it seems that this is happiness... but it is quiet, even, without flashes. Like warm milk at night 🥱
That's how it turns out: the heart remains a fool, and the passport is in order 📄 Only sometimes, late at night, in the kitchen, with a glass of wine 🍷 - you just want to write to that very... bastard.
After all, boring is not about "bad". It is often just about too predictable. And a woman is an actress at heart 🎭 She needs someone with whom you don't know in advance where the stage will be, and where the backstage.
So maybe the secret is not in a "bad" or "good" boy? But in someone who knows how to be different. Someone who is both a bastard and a family man in one bottle 😈💎 First he excites, then he calms down. Someone who is not afraid to be himself and does not try to be "convenient".
Women do not dream of suffering. They just dream of a real man for too long 💭 And until they find one, they love scumbags. And they marry those who are nearby.
Alena😜