Michael: We did break up five years ago,but the chic stills calls me for conversation and sometimes favors. Btw... She has a boyfriend!
Jason: Are you guys getting back together?
Michael: No, I've been trying to get back in with her one time, but she says that we can't, but she still calls. She just likes to have me accessible when she wants to dig me up.
Jason: Sounds like she's the dog and you're the bone! Word around town is that she does this to all her male associates. Man, that chic is a Bone Collector!
"Me and my boys just ran train on this chick. She's a fuckin bone collector."
B)Erase a previous lover.
C)Write her own episodes of "Sex In The City."
Because there is no relational context and ultimately is risky behavior, the bone collector's kind offer should be met with appropriate measure of suspicion in order to counter the seemingly ideal "no strings attached" sexual encounter that non-discerning men find difficult to deny.
(There's nothing worse than getting phucked while you're getting phucked.)
The other night, she tried to take me home, but I told that bone-collector, "E.T. no bone gnomes."