Human Chemistry 101: Opposites Attract (and I don't mean magnets)

We've all been. That irritating attraction to a member of the male species who is completely, and utterly the antithesis of what we should be attracted to. It may be the hot bad boy with the Harley. It could be the starving artist who hasn't shaved in weeks. It could be the moody anti-social marxist who wishes the capitalist pigs would all go hang themselves. Or, if you yourself fall into any of the above categories, it could be the cute, wholesome bible thumper in the really, really awful sweater-vest. But whatever the type, we've all been there.

What is it about our chemical make-up that makes our hormones go haywire at the merest whiff of pheromones from men who are wrong in every conceivable way the but the biological? Even if they are good for a good roll in the hay, goodness only knows what can of worms you could be opening by obtaining that down and dirty romp! But they're downright sexy, so we pursue that romp or (if we're really gluttons for punishment) actually try to rope them into something with strings attached.

Bad move.

Regardless, when all is said and done we're left scratching our heads saying to ourselves, “what was I thinking?”

For me, it's the moody, artsy boys who'd love to work for a liberal propaganda groups that turn me on. Or even moodier socialist angst machines that make me frisky. With a conservative streak a mile wide, you'd think these guys would make me run for the hills. Nope, not a chance. Instead, I find myself mooning over them and making doe-eyes. WTF?

Then there's the guys that ought to be perfect. They want what you want. They're motivated. They haven't been to jail. And yet, try as you may, there isn't a single, solitary spark. Again I say, WTF? This guy's sweet on me, likes my mom, and has a job. Ew. And this guy just put new chrome on his Harley, and his wrap sheet is only half a page long. Sexy!

Really? Seriously?