I wrote an email.
After an important romantic relationship ended in my early twenties, I wrote an email with the intent of getting my ex back (or at least make her think about getting back together). It was a bad idea, and I shouldn't have done it. It was one of those embarrassing, painstakingly composed notes that's meant to indicate how much of a more put-together person you've become (I think I mentioned all the pull-ups I'd been doing, which, wow, that was an insane thing to talk about in the context of a relationship where communication had become the central dilemma), how you're in a better place and aren't as depressed as you were before. Again, this was enclosed in a private message, sent from one Gmail account to another a few weeks after the breakup. Still. Bad idea.
But wow, my bad ideas are nothing compared to Robin Thicke's, who is a 37-year-old adult male. He's recorded an album to win back Paula Patton, his wife of nine years. (The couple separated earlier this year amidst allegations of Thicke's infidelity.) He's calling the album Paula, and in doing so, expanding the horizons for bad ideas. There should be a specific word for this.