breaking the rules
I was out and about recently and wound up at Pink for a special event. I sent an email RSVP for the event, but Suzanna my spontaneous partner in crime, had not. The woman at the door told us this was RSVP only, and it was totally full right now so even with an RSVP I’d need to wait. Suzanna and I stepped aside and looked at the smoker’s pen just outside Pink. For those of you not familiar with California law, it’s illegal to smoke inside bars and clubs. So clubs erect these temporary fenced-in outdoor areas for smokers using police barricades. Well, there was a healthy gap in the fence where it met the building. And nobody was paying attention so I suggested we squeeze in to the smoker’s pen and then go in. Suzanna was scared so I went first. Voila, I’m on the other side of the fence. She waited a few minutes, gathered up her courage and then squeezed in. She told me one of the girls in the smoker’s pen said “nice move” to her as she squeezed in.
I noticed this small act of rule breaking was intoxicating for Suzanna. She really got a rush from it. And I was suddenly endowed with a kind of bad boy appeal. Maybe it’s because Suzanna is married and her life is relatively sedate. But I gotta say, I kind of liked being seen as having a touch of badness to me. I could never do anything really bad, like the wife-beater t-shirt wearing guys who get unceremoniously stuffed into the back seat on COPS (although I do like to wear wife-beater t-shirts). I need to find more of this “bad boy lite” kind of stuff. Any suggestions?
July 25th, 2005 at 10:17 am
A park officer tried to give me a ticket for having my dog on the grass, but I hadn’t brought ID with me since I was just walking the dog so when he asked for my name I realized I could really give him any name and address I wanted to. I thought carefully about who I wanted to send a $75 ticket to.
July 27th, 2005 at 10:02 pm
I hope you didn’t send it to me.
August 5th, 2005 at 2:32 pm
I like that the fact that she is married means she is living a sedate lifestyle.
But never mind that! I have other suggestions for your bad boy lifestyle: Wear a motorcycle jacket and look away a lot when girls are talking to you and just when they think you aren’t interested suddenly look back and go, “You’re cool Veronica.”(if her name is Veronica.)And then don’t say anything again for awhile. Also, maybe hit a wall hard and say something like, “Let’s get outta here.”
Good luck!
August 9th, 2005 at 11:30 am
It’s a well known fact that you live a sedate lifestyle if you are married…unless you’re Jude Law or Russel Crowe.
While it doesn’t count as a bad boy thing, you’ve hit on an element of attraction — finding the right balance between ignoring and paying attention. I have no patience for figuring that out, but I probably should.
OK, (bangs on wall) now let’s get outta here.
August 14th, 2005 at 7:13 am
WOW - Eli, I had no idea you were such a law breaker - you ‘bad boy’ you!!!!
To maintain that ‘bad boy’ image - you need a visable bad ass tat, not that says ‘bad ass’ - because that screams, I need to tell you i’m a bad ass to be a bad ass and that’s lame.
Tell me what you come up with!
xo
August 15th, 2005 at 10:42 pm
Actually, I already have a tattoo on my deltoid. I got it at the “you bet it hurts” tattoo parlor in Amsterdam to commemorate my first trip to Europe. And it hurt like hell. You can kind of see it in my beach picture.
Any other ideas?