Fox News' confirmation via a security guard that former Democratic presidential hopeful John Edwards had a stand-off with reporters from the National Enquirer while (allegedly) meeting his mistress and love child at a Beverly Hills hotel still hasn't made its way onto Edwards' Wikipedia page. (At least of this writing!) Interestingly enough, that's not the only Wiki page on which Edwards' alleged affair has been scrubbed clean.

Yesterday evening, the entry for Jay McInerney's book Story of My Life contained the tidbit that his inspiration for protagonist Alison Poole, whom he has described as "an ostensibly jaded, cocaine-addled, sexually voracious 20-year-old," is none other than his ex-girlfriend Rielle Hunter, who just happens to be the woman with whom Edwards is allegedly cheating on his cancer-stricken wife. Today, that little nugget has been deleted.

Thankfully, citizen journalists/political operatives can't erase an entire book. We dug up a copy of Story of my Life and pulled some choice quotes from Poole, aka Rielle Hunter. Some insight into her views on sleeping with guys who have "high-powered jobs" and whose "idea of wild is argyle socks" follow:

• "Not that Dean [my Boyfriend] is exactly the hairy barbarian himself. I mean, it seems like his idea of wild is argyle socks. But it's okay, I like straight guys, I'd never go out with anybody who's as irresponsible as me. Most of the guys I know have really high-powered jobs and make up for lost time when they're not in the office. The Beserk After Work Club. I seem to attract them in a big way, all these boys in Paul Stuart suits with six-figure salaries and hellfire on a dimmer switch in their eyes."

• "In my experience this is one big problem with older guys, they start to lose their spontaneity in their thirties, start saying what they think they're supposed to say instead of what they feel, sort of like hardening of the arteries. Like, we're all pretty much raving maniacs as kids, but then some of us get all conventional. Not me, that's why I know I'm going to be a great actress some day, I'm totally in touch with my child."

• "Men. I've never met any. They're all boys. I wish I didn't want them so much.... I hate being alone, but when I wake up in some guy's bed with dry come on the sheets and he's snoring like a garbage truck, I go—let me out of here."

• "Fucking is one thing. But sticking your face in someone's crotch—I mean, that's really intimate."

• "If I really gave a shit what Mark thinks I could tell him I had a job once. I was a waitress.... I don't know, it was pretty terrible, these businessmen thinking the price of their filet included a handful of ass and the manager wanted to sleep with me.... Sorry, I just wasn't raised to work. I mean, you take an indoor cat eating smoked salmon and lying around in the sunny spots all its life—you can't suddenly chuck it out into the cold and expect it to feed itself and fight like an alley cat. I could start a clinic for former rich girls. Deprived Debs Anonymous."

• "So, okay, maybe I dreamed it. I was in bed after all, and he woke me up. Not for the first time. But just now, with these tranks they've got me on, I feel like I'm sleepwalking anyway and I can almost believe it never actually happened. Maybe I dreamed a lot of stuff. Stuff that I thought happened in my life. Stuff I thought I did. Stuff that was done to me. Wouldn't that be great? I'd love to think that ninety percent of it was just dreaming."