They saw the Promised Titty Land and thought they are able to make it happen, too. When they fed up with the drama and bullshit, or she discovered another person, these were relegated to “friends.” They could’ve purchased a fucking sailboatwith all of the money they blew on young Cinnamon, and from now on they wait to some final vestige of hope, thinking them put their spit on the slit that she may just get drunk enough some night and let. You dudes could all gather and swap the same stories about squandered evenings, complete dissatisfaction, and confused, hopeless whack-off sessions whenever you all discovered that dating a stripper isn’t any different than wanting to debate Nietzsche with a Dalmation.
4. Her life is a flurry of task chosen at random.
This stimulates her sub-par self-esteem. At 10am she will likely be rocketing down the freeway at 130mph regarding the back of some guy’s crotch rocket. By 1pm she’s currently at some various guy’s home, swimming naked into the pool with him and their Great Dane known as Robo.