I don’t know about you, but I had—OK, have—a thing for bad boys. They’re exciting, unpredictable, masculine. They’re the best kissers. They’re prone to sweeping, only-happens-in-the-movies gestures. The highs with bad boys are 10,000 feet tall—which means that when their true nature shines through, you have a lot farther to fall. Exciting becomes melodramatic. Unpredictable actually means unreliable. And did I say masculine? I meant narcissistic.