She asked what Bone was short for… I told her boner. She asked me if I had always been the f*ck em, and leave em type… I told her yes. There was no point in forcing myself to stay with one woman when there was such a variety before me. She asked me if I had ever been in love… I told her love was for pussies. What I didn’t realize was that I was one of those pussies. I was helplessly wrapped around Noelle’s finger. I was a lot of things in life, an asshole, a male stripper, a prick, but not once had I ever been a boyfriend. Sex. Lies. Obsession. Noelle was all those things to me, secured with a tight red bow. She was the one thing I wanted most, and the last thing I needed. I was so f*cked