I've got a special visitor to Vintage Vonnie today. Lily Carlyle is here to share thoughts on her holiday short story, "Santa Bebe," part of one of Still Moments Publishing's Christmas anthologies, FOR THE LOVE OF CHRISTMAS. This anthology contains four stories, all guaranteed to warm your heart and make you smile. Lily has this to say about "Santa Bebe."
“But really, Bebe, you shouldn’t blame an entire gender for the behavior of a few men. We’re not all so horrible, are we?”
“Well, you’re not bad,” I conceded. “For a man.”
“I’m surprised you noticed,” he muttered.
Poor James suffers the dilemma of so many nice guys—Bebe turns to him for companionship, advice, and kvetching, but will she ever see past his geeky, boy-next-door exterior to realize that he is very much a man. One who has the hots for her?
Why do so many women prefer bad boys to nice guys? But do we really? In preparing to write this post, I immediately came up with two examples proving the allure of the bad boy over the nice guy: Rhett Butler v. Ashley Wilkes from Gone With the Wind and the Beast v. Gaston in Beauty and the Beast.
However, closer examination shows that these aren’t very good examples of the triumph of the bad boy at all. Scarlett actually prefers the seemingly nice guy, Ashley Wilkes, over rakish Rhett (until she has her epiphany at the end of the book). And is Ashley really nice? If nice equates with weak, yes. But he pretty much strings Scarlett along while enjoying married life with the deceptively meek Melanie. Even Rhett, despite his handsome devil looks, wealth, and sexual dabbling, comes through for Scarlett in a number of nice-guy ways throughout the book.
As for Beauty and the Beast, although the Beast, in his prince form, is pretty much the ultimate alpha male—gorgeous, rich, royal—Belle falls in love with the sensitive, beyond-homely Beast, and has no interest at all in the built, boasting Gaston that the village girls swoon over.
Do women prefer bad boys? Or nice guys? Or are we seeking the complex combination of both?
Blurb for “Santa Bebe” by Lily Carlyle in For the Love of Christmas:
Beautiful, curvaceous Bebe is disillusioned by men and her belief that they see her only as an object. She thinks marrying a man with money is the answer, but her kind, geeky next-door neighbor, James, tries to convince her that real love is out there, even as she reveals to him the troubled childhood that made her so cynical about relationships. When her mother dashes her hopes for a perfect Christmas, Bebe turns once again to James, never suspecting that what she’s been looking for has been right there all along.