the Bitch's Perspective.

When it comes to judging guys for myself, I'll be the first to tell you I set the bar... high. Maybe a little too high, but I'd rather be single and carefree and hold out on romance until I've met someone who could deal with and accept all aspects of my life (which any ex-boyfriend of mine will tell you, I'm not the easiest girl to handle). Often times, my view on dating makes me come across a bit unattainable, or as most people perceive it to be, bitchy (I've even gotten a few snide remarks on my attitude towards guys from a friend of an ex of mine). After multiple conversations with my guy pals, it's become abundantly clear that a majority of them are unexplainably attracted to the bitch; not necessarily the type of bitch that is just strong and independent (that relationship-guide Why Men Love Bitches by Sherry Argov touches on) but actual mean girls. 

What is it about the bitch that is so appealing? I'm here to uncover.

Relationships aside, we are all, believe it or not, drawn to the mean girl. She's the catty school bitch with the perfect hair that girls long to befriend and guys will trip over themselves to be with. She'll flash you a brilliant smile, and tell her girlfriends how god-awful you were in bed, or tell you how much she loves your outfit, when in actuality, she hates it. However, we all love to hate, and hate to love the mean girl. When push comes to shove, we indeed push for her approval, as much as we disdain doing so. Why the perpetual need to be accepted by these two-faced girls? Pursuing a relationship has the same effect. If you ask a guy, he'll tell you how much he hates the bitch. Yet she's always the one he's pursuing, because what he really hates is the fact that she's out of his league. Bitches give off an untouchable ora, like no matter what you do, you'll just never be as great, or get as great, thus our burning desire for her. The guys who score the bitch in the end are the ones whose confidence supersedes hers, among his other assets on her wish list. And that confidence, my friends, is a rare find.

Ask yourself who you're pursuing, and whether or not you've got her in the bag. I'll be the bitch in the corner with my glass of Veuve, brushing my shoulders off, seductively mouthing I told you so.