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The Bad Boys

The Bad Boys 1354 437 Galia Brener

James Dean, Jesse James, James Bond; no, they’re not just the James’ of our era. They also come in the form of: an immature selfish alcoholic who is one of the owners of a Frankfurt advertising agency, your local telecommunication design conception hip hop psychopath, named after an action hero’s inferior partner, a cheating and heartless Frankfurter pseudo rocker who happens to be a driving instructor, a balding asocial wannabe golf pro that has seen better days long ago, and others. My dear ladies, be warned! I am sure some of you have dated these very same fellows, not to mention other disturbed ones.Like toxic poison, these Bad Boys (BBs) are harmful, and emotionally dangerous for us. Yet so many women are mysteriously drawn and hypnotized by them, like men are to the sound of a V8 engine zooming down the street. For ages, women have been attracted to men that display a strong sense of alpha male dominance. A man who “initially” seems to be strong, confident, fearless, intelligent, witty, caring, successful, fun and rebellious! The delicious, exotic appetite for excitement and adventure, which keeps us breathless, coming back for more, because you never actually know what shall happen next! It’s a high. Uncontrollability, unpredictability, and a challenging dominance. It’s BDSM. They give the pain, and their admirers, a.k.a “the masochists”, receive the pain. However, the simple truth is: Bad Boys are not the Alpha Males. They are the imitators but not the duplicators.

In a gentleman’s magazine, the following advice is given to men on becoming a cool Bad Boy: “Women always want what they can’t have, so make yourself busy and scarce. Be a mystery man. Be unpredictable. Be a challenge – let her do the work to get you, don’t call her, do not answer her. Once you do have her, it’s up to you. You can either keep her or start the game allover again.”

The Good Guys ask themselves over and over, why do women like such jerks? A typical female reaction to a BB is largely due to her biological sense of nurturing. She wants to help him, change him, bring out the goodness in him, and make him love her forever. Another factor that comes to play is her oldest enemy – the Ego. It’s a huge challenge for her! She can be the one that rescued and converted him into a Good Guy. Imagine how wonderful, and what a rush it would be to catch one of these Bad Boys and domesticate him? No one else managed to do this before her, and boom! She did it! She feels like Superwoman, a Femme Fatale! Better than the rest. Of course that’s the fantasy, or rather I shall be precise and say that’s the “illusion” of the situation. In reality, what happens is that she is stuck with unrequited love. Oxford dictionary defines this as: “(of a feeling, especially love), not returned.” Short, simple and bloody painful. God bless the precision of Oxford English. No matter if you are a magnificently beautiful, intelligent, sweet, clever, successful, charming woman – or all of the above – he will have the next hunt, the next challenge, the next adventure, the next power rush, the next mark after you.

A successful businesswoman – let’s call her K – once told me, “Galia, I want to finally have that good, kind, loving and caring man in my life. I’m so tired of chasing the Bad Boys. I always end up getting hurt.” Later on, she got a message on WhatsApp, but did not answer it. I asked her who it was? She said, “Oh, some guy that has been calling everyday for the last week, wanting to ask me out.” To me, it sounded like he was really into her. “That’s wonderful!” I smiled. “No!” K said, “He writes or calls every day. He is pursuing me too much, and is not mysterious at all. I am not excited, because there is no challenge. Actually to be quite honest, he bores me.” In my personal opinion, he seemed sweet, kind, caring and wanted to show K a great evening. For K, he was not wild enough. According to the male advice in the magazine, he did not make himself busy and scarce enough. Is K a masochist, or simply like the rest of us? Where is the balance? Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.

In a very popular TV series, which we know and love, Carrie dates Mr. Big. He hurts her over and over again. For more than 6 years he played with her heart and soul. Humiliating her, leading her on, cheating on her, marrying someone else, coming back, and ruining her brief happiness with a good man. On her wedding day with Big, Carrie looked like a beautiful angel in her glamorous Vivienne dress, and innocent turquoise feather. She believed in him, and in their love, but he left her alone at the altar, and drove off. Yet, she still came back to him.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Some say that pain is the strongest emotion that one can feel. It’s more intense, and hits deeper than any other feeling. Does pain secretly feel better than happiness? Do we need to have personal dramas, so that life does not become boring? My Darlings, let’s be strong, and stop hurting ourselves. We have all been there. It’s time to break the pattern and choose a Good Guy. For those who believe or want to believe in this phenomenon known as “True Love”, I will leave you with a quote that I came across a few days ago:

“One day you’ll find someone who shows you why it never worked out with someone else.” And most likely, he will not be a Bad Boy.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Love(in)g Mainhattan Part II

Love(in)g Mainhattan Part II 1354 437 Galia Brener

Heather, totally annoyed, was still sitting across from me at Wagner’s, playing with the Grüne Soße on her plate. “What’s your point Galia? Jilli went on a boat and saw some cute guy. So what? Jilli is everyone’s darling, and gets approached by many guys. She doesn’t have to deal with the same problems that we do!” said Heather. I gave her one of my looks. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how much dating drama and heartache poor Jilli went through the last years?”

I told Heather the story about Michael. Jilli met him at a bar with a friend that she knew. Michael asked her out the next day, and they had a lovely dinner together. They laughed, shared private stories about their lives, and had a wonderful evening. They continued dating the next few weeks, and Jilli was happily floating on cloud Nine! One warm Sunday on the Main, Jilli bumped into two female acquaintances. One of them said, “Jilli, you’re a good girl, but since when do you date men with a wife and a baby at home?!” They were referring to Michael. Jilli was shocked. Apparently he had an entire secret life that he was leading behind her back. He blocked his family album from her on Facebook. The girls showed her the photos. She felt like she was shot with a poisonous silver bullet directly through her heart. It hurt so damn much. She couldn’t breathe. The pain coming from her heart and stomach were unbearable, as if her soul was being torn out of her body. She felt nauseous, disgusted by the betrayal. She wanted to sink deep inside the protecting warm Earth, where she would never be hurt again. She didn’t deserve this. She swore to herself, never again. No more men, no more dating, no more pain.

After hearing this, Heather sat with her mouth open, speechless. I said, “Don’t worry, everyone gets what they deserve in life. Good things come to good people. Let me tell you the rest of Jilli’s boat story.”

Jilli found herself looking over her right shoulder more than a few times, in order to catch the eye of the handsome giant again. As she noticed him approaching the bar, her heart started beating a bit quicker. Leo was tall, handsome and had thick dark hair, which he wore away from his face, revealing his blue-green eyes. He exchanged a few words with Jilli’s friend Isa, and went back to his group of friends. He did not look in her direction anymore. Of course this drove Jilli crazy. Later on, two women stopped beside Leo and flirted offensively with him. She did not like this at all. The desire to walk over to them and throw the two ladies overboard was extremely tempting. Instead, Jilli ordered three rounds of Jägermeister shots for herself and her girlfriends and hoped for the best. The women were still glued to Leo’s side, and with a deep breath, she gave up and didn’t look his way anymore.

The effects of the drinks were starting to melt the thoughts and worries away. An interesting man, dressed in blue jeans, white shirt and a large friendly smile came to say hello. As he talked and talked, Jilli felt that she was miles away. Her heart was not in the conversation. She gazed at the stunning view of the Frankfurt skyline. She loved this city. In a matter of an instant second, appearing out of thin air, Leo was standing in front of her and said, “You look bored!” He stole her away from the other man and ordered her a delicious exotic cocktail. Jilli was impressed by his brave action, and a bit surprised as well, because she thought that he was not interested in her.

His eyes twinkled in the light, as the golden sun was setting in the background. While they talked, he accidently brushed his fingers against her lower arm, sending a small shiver through her body. His hands were so large and masculine. When they shared a joke he came closer with his head to hers, his smell was hypnotizing her. His lips were full and sensuous, and again his smell, this manly spicy smell, was driving her wild. She couldn’t think. An intense warmth was pulsating between her legs. She wanted to push Leo against the bar and kiss his lips, gently bite the side of his strong neck, lick his scent, feel his hard body against hers. She imagined what it would feel like if he tore off her dress, lifted her on top of the bar and took her, right there and then. She would wrap her legs around his back and push him deeper inside of her. She wanted to run her fingers through his long hair, and scream his name. Jilli’s knees went weak. Suddenly, she was thrown back into reality, as the handsome giant asked her about how she envisioned her life, her future husband and children. Sweet lovely caring warm Leo, she thought. I like him… a lot. They had a deep touching conversation, and didn’t even notice that the boat had docked, the music had stopped, and most of the people had already left. Leo and Jilli were so mesmerized by each other, but it was time to say goodbye and leave the Kingka boat. Jilli offered Leo her number, but he did not want to take it. Instead he gave Jilli his, and said, “If you are serious about meeting me again, then I would like you to contact me. I am an honest guy and do not play games.” She wasn’t sure what to believe anymore, thinking back to what Michael had done to her. She took Leo’s number, written in a messy handwriting on a napkin, kissed his cheek, and left the boat.

Isabella was waiting for her downstairs at the edge of the main. She said, “Wow, you two were inseparable! What did you talk about?” Jilli’s thoughts were filled with Leo’s words, his deep sexy voice. And that smell! She could not get his smell off her mind! “Let’s take a seat on that bench.” Said Jilli, “I need to hear his voice again, I must call him now!” Isa looked at her and laughed, “But Jilli, you just got his number less than 20 minutes ago! Shouldn’t you wait a few days until you call him?!” At that moment, Jilli didn’t care about the rules and games, she needed to hear his voice again! She dialed his number. “Hello?” Came Leo’s voice from the other end of the line, she heard the smile in his voice. Her heart skipped a beat.

To be continued …

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Love(in)g Mainhattan Part I

Love(in)g Mainhattan Part I 1354 437 Galia Brener

On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I dragged Heather Klein out to watch a football game. I decided to be extra daring, and wore my new ultra colorful maxi dress, which is cut in the shape of an elegant old-fashioned Baroque dress with a long train. It was a bit of a crazy outfit for an average Sunday at the Schweizerstr., but we only live once, right? Sitting in the lovely back outdoor area of Wagner, Heather glanced at me with a perplexed look on her face and asked, completely out of the blue, “Where is HE already?!” Knowing that this conversation would take a while, I needed to stock up on some emotional ammunition, and ordered 4 Mispelchen. For each of us, of course! Something had to warm our hearts on this particular Sunday, and get us into football mood.

“HE” is also known as Prince Charming. The brave knight-in-shining-armor. The one who will love you forever and ever, with all your flaws, cellulite, wrinkles and days when your stomach is horribly bloated and nothing fits well, including your favorite jeans. When we were little girls, we were told of fairytales with Prince Charming, listening attentively with wide-open eyes.

So girls, over 25 or more years later, do we still believe in him? Does “Prince Charming” really exist? And if he does exist, does he look like that guy that Disney was trying to sell us all of these years?

 Our friend Jilli was supposed to go with her parents to a picnic in Oberursel. She knew that as soon as she arrives, her mother would conspire with the neighbor ladies and force poor single Jilli to meet all of their “Handsome”, “Eligible”, “Wonderful” sons –yeah right! Um… no thank you! Hell no! Since when is being single so bad that it must be attacked and taken care of immediately? Or even better, let’s all go to the doctor and get antibiotics again Singlenessia?! Jilli’s mobile rang, it was Isabella Valentine. “We are going on a party boat on the main. Go get dressed. Now!” Isabelle said, knowing that it takes Jilli hours to get ready.

It was a very warm beautiful summer evening in Frankfurt. Jilli stood in front of her closet, asking the same damn annoying question… again. What to wear? Should I go with something casual? This way it doesn’t look like I’m trying too hard, thought Jilli. Or rather stylish and chic? Which might be too much, and appear as if I’m trying too hard to impress. Jilli was getting into her “How-do-I-appear-to-others” complex again. She ended up choosing a white 70’s style mini dress with a colorful flower collage on the front, and topped it all off with huge Jackie O sunglasses, a wide gold-colored leather bracelet cuff, and her new colorful strappy wood-wedged sandals. Looking like a girl out of a show that aired 40 years ago, Jilli left her city center flat, and met Isabella at the Eisenersteg.

The Kingka party boat was filled with happy people, waiving to their friends and swaying their bodies to the hypnotizing beats. Jilli and Isa were making their way to their friends, Natalia and Co., who were already waiting for a while on the boat. Of course the girls occupied the best place, right in front of the bar. Standing 3 meters to the right of them was a group of tall handsome men smiling about something secretive and exciting. The boat started moving, and the first Hugos were ordered.

The girls were having such a great time, that Jilli didn’t even notice one of the guys from the group approaching the bar. He was trying to order a drink, but couldn’t get close to the bar, due to the barricade the girls had created. Looking at Jilli with a mischievous smile, the 2-meter-tall, dark haired guy asked her politely if she could order him a beer. Thinking to herself, “Oh great, another handsome player that I do not need in my life right now”, she looked at him and said, “No, order your own beer”. The guy looked totally confused and asked again. Annoyed by his persistence, Jilli delegated his request to her friend. As the tall stranger was walking away with beer in hand, Jilli thought, “Hmmm…actually, he is quite handsome…” He caught her stare from the corner of his eye, and with a smile on his lips, he turned around and walked back to his friends.

To be continued…

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