rebel without a cause

After years of being attracted to the wrong guy – and by wrong I mean, the emotionally unavailable, the guy who had an ‘overseas’ girlfriend, the sex addict, the dj at that cranking party… lets not list all of my downfalls in one go, mostly because there is only so much squirming one can do in a swivel chair. The point is, that these men all had something in common, they were bad.

Abundant were (and maybe still are) the pictures of the original bad boy James Dean upon my notice board. It almost seemed as though I had to seek out professional help, until I discovered that I was not the only female who seemed to be attracting these not so rare specimens of bad boys. With this revelation came many late nights of reading, researching and doing some field work of my own – I became an anthropological observer of the bad boy, and oh how I have revelled in the power my new found knowledge. I feel it is only my responsibility to share these findings.

A bad boy is that guy that just knows how to talk to the ladies without coming off too cocky, he isn’t particularly the most attractive man to grace the surface of the earth, but by golly is he confident – and even if he isn’t he appears to be. His unexpected approach, which catches you off guard reels you in and needless to say makes your heart flutter. Us ladies seem to spot him from miles away and gravitate to the wooing ways of these men. If you are dealing with an up and coming bad boy sometimes a lady will see the game he is playing and revel in his efforts, only to wittily catch him out. But most of the time these bad boys have been educated by le crème della crème. What about those sweet nothings the guy from last week at that exclusive party was whispering in your ear you ask? These bad boys have got those covered too and needless to say most females falls into the bad boy web that they have been spinning, for say approximately 2 minutes (that’s how fast they are).

Just a few weeks ago, as my wing woman and I scoped out the dance floor for the talent, my lovely lady friend pointed out ‘sweater boy’. An average height 20-something fellow sporting a polo sweater and a white collard shirt, automatically we both swooned. A ‘bad boy’ in every sense of the word, he had that exuding aura of confidence and boy could we feel it. We kept loosing him throughout the night, but every time we would see him again (did I mention he had a good butt?) we would see him with two different ladies on each arm. I felt like letting off an SOS signal in the middle of the dance floor and screaming ‘DON’T BE FOOLED HE IS A BAD BOY…HE WILL NEVER CALL YOU BACK…EVER!’ As the night turned into dusk we saw him leaving the club with two ladies, we knew that the walk of shame for those two ladies the next morning would be one of extreme proportions.

So that’s that, an intro, but nowhere near a conclusion to the bad boy. Don’t say you haven’t been warned! - Agi

Hustle & Bustle

Sometimes it takes a break from your daily routine, to find exactly what you want. On an irregular lunch break my day went from mundane to the MAN-datory (shameful pun, I know…). I realised where I belong and where I crave to be. I belong in the HUSTLE, I belong in the BUSTLE of what we call, Sydney CBD. The crowded footpaths, the lack of natural sunlight, the fruit stands….I crave it ALL!

Forget the New York Minute, we have the Sydney lunch hour! And what a handsome lunch hour it is. Hundreds of well groomed men flock to said footpaths and make their way to various appointments, meetings and lunch dates (how do I get me one of those?!). As I made my way through the sea of Ralph Lauren business shirts, I couldn’t help but wonder – had the men gotten hotter…. or had I simmered down?

It got me thinking. I don’t know if my standards are falling? My horizons are broadening? Or my eye sight is failing?..…What I do know is the men in this town are heating UP! More specifically; suited up business-types are cranking the Hunk-O-Meter.

Something has shifted in the male population. Hair is combed, shirts are crisp, ties are coordinating. Sydney has never looked better! So bring on the Friday night mixer (yes i am aware it’s only Monday), grab your wingman (or in my case, wingwoman) and EXPLORE our handsome city. And STAT, before hair-dos become ruffled, shoes become scuffed and all the great lunch spots are taken…... - Rhea

The Toast of the century.

My partner in crime and I are in the prime of what we like to call ‘getting our mingle on.’ Weekend after weekend, we encounter new scenes, new cuisines and a couple of fruit tingling cocktails.

We meet some delightful and some not so delightful men, we have too much fun on the dance floor and we have that killer pair of heels that somehow are more comfortable than those ballerina flats you just bought ( and yes they were a bargain, i mean what doesn't go with black?)

But the age old question arises often in our day to day lives. What sets apart the delightful men from the not so delightful men?

After what seems like (too) much trial and error, we feel as if we are on to a good thing so here comes the toast of the century. We raise our metaphorical glasses to the great findings, which our adventures have brought us thus far and to the great adventures and 'research' which will continue. Surely there will be many late night snacks and morning munchies of the toast to come. - Agi