I've done this a couple times, but I did not regret it or feel stupid, because it was totally premeditated! Falling for the wrong guy is like getting seconds of the peach cobbler at Thanksgiving, you know it's wrong, but you want to indulge. And what are the wrong guys? They are the BAD types, atleast to us: the grungy leather daddys, the conceited jock muscleheads, or the flaming girly men (or atleast these are my three poisons of choice). Anyway, you know it's wrong, because you want something substantial and can't have it or atleast pretend you are looking for it with someone who is so damn bad. But still, when they scratch in public, talk excessively about themself constantly, or switch more than a ham radio during an electric storm, you like it a little too, huh?