This is in response to Jake's Why Men Love "Taken" Women

See Rana. Befriend her. Watch her flirt with your boyfriend. And you thought she was your friend. Hear why it happens and why she made a vow to stop.

 

By Rana

 

Ever since I was 16, I had this fatal attraction to guys with girlfriends. I’m a Brooklyn girl and we love challenges. The truth is, there’s no better challenge than one that seems uncompromising. There was something dastardly intriguing about befriending a dude, discerning my status as a threat to his girlfriend and going in for the kill.

 

It’s sick, it’s morally wrong but it’s entertaining as all hell.

 

Rewind to 2006, there’s Adam. Adam is the opposite of everything I had in my little head as attractive, but somehow he was. Sports freak, tech freak, culinary master – I love food so that got me. Adam really had no interest in me other than a friend; a woman he admired because I knew exactly what I wanted to do in life, so I though anyway.

 

Adam was in a relationship, not the sleep together every night relationship. Get real, we were like 18. He had that we’ve been together since we were in elementary relationship, and I’m not going to leave you now. Commitment, ah so refreshing.

 

I probably admired Adam for the strength that he had, I hadn’t been faithful in any of my previous relationships and didn’t see the import in starting, but he had a drive for this girl it was a little endearing.

 

Several months had gone by and after increased concerns from his girlfriend we met face to face. She’s no me, but then again I’m the mistress; the fantasy girl she’s the housewife. That’s something I’m not tryna be…

Before I knew it I was laid out on Adam’s bed, (no commentary, don’t chastise me), no it wasn’t sex, because that’s not what I was into.. It was the chicken noodle soup. Stories of him ranting relentlessly of how much she’s changing, how different she is began to bore me.

 Needless to say not even two weeks after this incident, Adam had left her (I had hoped not for me but) for me. His appeal diminished, his stock went down and it suddenly dawned on me that I never wanted him from the beginning. I just wanted to see how fast I could get him away from her.

So the question becomes, am I obsessed with breaking hearts or just breaking relationships?

I like Jake can plead the 5^th and say, I don’t usually do this I swear. But I’d be lying. I was a habitually man stealer, heart breaker I got my shits and giggles from it. It’s what helped me sleep at night.

Call me a home wrecking heffa, FORMERLY. A word to the non wise men, don’t cheat just leave.

As for me my reason for change? Having a home wreckin’ heffa wreck my otherwise perfect home. My life wasn’t the same after that