I kissed a bammer. Dated him for two years, in fact, while we were in college. Kissed him, fooled around some, but never slept with him, much to his disappointment.
The best part of it? After two years, I finally realized that I had zero respect for him, because he had none for himself. He asked me to marry him and I said no. Got him on the hook, realized he was not a keeper, and cut the line. So breaking a bammer's heart is kind of fun...