Bad boys are hot! Not sure why! Maybe it is the power they appear to possess? Maybe it is the way they command respect albeit, through fear - all I know is they are hot! My wannabe gangster boy came into my life at a time I was craving excitement and when he mentioned he was a gangster I was intrigued and knew I had to be with this guy. (I should have realized that real bad boys don’t tell you they are in a gang – you just know!).

Gangsters - they’re so cool. Look at those hats.

I quickly became “his women” and I took great pleasure in telling my friends he was a gangster. (Again I should have realized that gangster girls don’t tell people they are in a gang – people just know). We were allowed into clubs without paying. We got to go straight through to the VIP lounges. People moved out the way for us. It was great. I felt so important.

When you’re in organised crime, you can hang out in all the cool places

Going out with him was great. We were a pretty big deal. But being with him actually started being pretty crappy pretty quickly. His car (the latest BMW) was constantly in the garage so I ended up being a glorified chauffeur. He never had money (he was waiting for “them” to pay him) so I bank rolled us.

A BMW. Every gangster needs one. Like a Graphic designer and a Mac

I was starting to re-evaluate being a wannabe gangsters women. But I was still getting such a thrill from walking past the queues of people at night clubs and having bouncers open doors for me to the VIP lounge that I over looked it. When he called me in the middle of the night to come bail him out. Instead of being mad, I was actually quiet excited. He was apparently being held against his will in a flat in his estate and need money or they would hurt him. (Really this is what he said). So off I go into the unknown.

Getting involved though will get you in to tight spots.

He told me (via a series of please call mes) to wait at

the tree on the corner of this street. I obeyed. And sat in my car under the tree waiting. I get a knock on my window, roll it down and hand the money over. I had no idea who this guy was or even if it was the right guy. He took the money none-the-less and when I enquired about my bad boy he ignored me and walked away. A few minutes later my phone beeped with another please call me from Gangster boy. I called, he was ok! I could leave. They were letting go!

It was all very exciting stuff man! Who wouldn’t want to be a gangster’s girl?

Make sure you dress the part!

Drugs and gangsters are synonymous but I almost have a drug phobia. The night that I drove the car to the drug dealer was the scariest night of my life. I am still convinced under cover cops have a tape of me sitting in that car aiding and abetting a drug deal.

It was the early hours of the morning and my friend needed drugs and obviously gangster boy could organize. But again they needed money! She was my best friend so what else can you do? He directs me to this deserted street. We are surrounded by blocks of flats but it’s eerily quiet (just like in the movies). He makes a call (on my phone) and out of the darkness a person emerges. The window gets slid down and a hand slides in and the person disappears. The window slides up and the deal is concluded.

Drug deals and the romance is gone.

So now I was driving and had drugs in my car! I started crying. It was too much for innocent little me. They were already as a high as a kite so weren’t sure if I was laughing or crying and didn’t really care.

And that was pretty much the end of my time with a wannabe gangster. To this day I have no idea what the name of his gang was or any of the other members! But he said he was a gangster and so I am sticking to that!

Back to being me and frumpy. Perfect.