It’s the honesty. A bad boy has no qualms with telling you that you’re hot but not irreplaceable. His car may be shit now, but you weren’t there to see the wrench tine he put into it working perfectly once he flips a hidden switch and the motor timings get aggressive with the high lift cams.

He spent his time working on you when he should have spent it on himself. That’s why he snaps when you push him and blame him for your own ineptitude. He knows he wastes time helping his boss afford enough varnish to recondition the wood on that 120 foot schooner he acquired for a “bargain”. He’s aware that for $10/h, his amazing photos sell another Bugatti Veyron Sang Bleu. He’s aware his Porsche Cayman only costs $35,500 market price for a 2008 with 15k miles, stick shift, but he got it for $27k employee discount before he peaced on the dealer that underpaid him.

Women want a bad boy because he is raw, both in and out of the bed. When anyone accuses me of buying my wife? We negotiate how a threesome could be when we are wealthy enough for her to watch another woman experience just a small part of me, but send her home until she gives me free gift coupons to come back.

That’s when we issue the monogrammed chain with “Nova” so when you see it?

She’s a Nova Girl.