My First Uber Bad Boy Anti-hero

Yesterday, we were looking at our first Angsty Sexay Vampire. Most of you cited Angel, of course. Bookwise, yes, Anne Rice's Lestat seduced me but he didn't melt me. He fascinated me enough till his story in Servant of The Bones that bored me to my bones. That was my last book by Rice, I think.

In romance, J R Ward's hip hop vampires are fun to read but also does nothing to me emotionally. I mean, I don't run around going, he's MINEMINEMINE, like I did to Laurell K. Hamilton's Jean Claude before he was defanged and eunuch-tized by Anita Blake. Sigh.

Mikhail and Jacques from Dark Prince and Dark Desire (Christine Feehan) actually began my romance with book vampires. By that I mean, I "got" the angstiness. I "got" the loneliness. I "got" the curse. And I empathize for them as they look for their mates. Today's new hip hop and urban fantasy vampires just don't have that layer of pain, what say you?

But I digress. That's not today's topic. I want to know, who's your FIRST BAD BOY ALPHA MALE?

When I first saw THIS DUDE in my teens, on my little black-and-white TV, my newly making-their-presence-known surging hormones attacked me. He was the first sweaty guy I fell in love with. He was BAD personified. I didn't know what BAD was, but I knew I. Wanted. It. Him. Heh. This movie totally jump-started my female fantasy braincells.



I was watching this movie again on my old 36 inch floor model in my very unposh apartment. My then newly-acquired puppy was determined to get my attention from my Bad Boy Hero. My tongue was hanging out at the scene where he walked around shirtless, and my dog would jump up to try to kiss me. I remember yelling, "No, bad boy!" Then, my eyes would rivet back to the scene of HIM in his pajamas stalking Blanche and my hand would clutch the front of my shirt and my puppy jumped onto my lap and tried to chew the buttons off and I remember yelling, "No, bad boy! I'm watching Brando!"

But my doggie wouldn't stop bothering me and so I grabbed him under his front paws, held him to my face, glared at him, and gave him the law of Brando, "Look! I'm watching the Sexiest Bad Boy on earth seducing poor Blanche and nothing is coming between me and Brando unless it's another Bad Boy!"

And Brando licked my nose.

And that was how my puppy got the name Marlon Brando. Clearly, he was telling me he was the Bad Boy of Bad Puppies ;-).

But back to Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire. His Stanley Kowalski made me "get" it, what the appeal of sweaty bad boys is about. Even when I didn't have any terms for that image. I just knew. He. Made. Me. Sweat.

I, during my teenage years, and now, in my old-hag years, understood what Stella saw in him....



Tomorrow, I'll think of the Bad Boy Hero in books that won me over to the dark side ;-).

Who was your first Bad Boy? And what did he do to your female hormones?

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