Thanks for reading and responding, Clint!
The closest I got to a bad boy was the Patrick Swayze look-a-like, menthol smoker I dated for a few weeks a lifetime ago! He was actually a sweetheart, but hung with a bit of a rough crowd. Meanwhile, I was a newly minted CPA/tax accountant who didn’t drink or smoke nor was I promiscuous. It ended rather memorably (to me at least) — I think it might make a decent story, actually, so I’ll sit on the details for now.
In any case, I was most attracted to guys with glasses, cardigans, and a good vocabulary. There are jerks in that cohort, too, but not many bad boys!