I read here all the time, mostly with a sense of bemusement. This post is one of the more confusing.
If you truly don't care, why write about it? A conundrum, I know, but he has tenderized this horse long ago, so perhaps...issues?
I have posed in the past as someone (or something) else, but only for my own personal amusement. If I caught every pussy that was thrown at me, I would look like a pulsating mountain of clits and clams. I pick up women by accident, and never think twice. And I don't see myself as a particularly 'bad boy'. I think that's a myth, anyway.
Just be nice.
And don't take any shit. From anybody.
If a woman wants a bad boy, I can play the part, but I learned long and long ago that I was dealing with damaged goods, with a limited shelf life. Kinda like sticking your dick into a gopher trap, because you enjoy the tickle of the teeth on your shaft, and hoping to not trigger the device.
Women don't know what they want until you tell them. Which gives you, the male, an awesome responsibility. I have (most of the time) behaved deliberately like an asshole (been myself) and have gotten laid more often than I care to think about. And I went through a phase where I was every woman's last lay just before she got married. I can think of two who did me in the car in the parking lot on the way to wedding practice.
And if you think I'm bragging, there is something inherently wrong with you. Admiring an out of control sociopath says something fundamental about you, I think. And not terribly complimentary.
A woman hands herself to you, imagine you have just caught a hummingbird, or a rare butterfly has landed on your palm.