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Sarah

Dear Diary,

Why do I love dancing on tables so much? Don't answer me. Well, it's not like you can answer me because you're just a piece of paper with pen written on it, and if you did answer me, I think I'd freak out, but I wish I knew why. I really wish I knew why I love to dance on tables so much. Maybe it's because I love the movie Coyote Ugly, but I'm not Piper Perabo. I certainly don't have her moves and I don't have her body. Though, if I'm being quite honest with myself, I kind of like dancing on tables. Maybe it's because it makes me feel sexy and free and maybe it's because every time I dance on a table, something hot happens. Though, that something seems to be happening with Ethan Rosser and I'm not really interested in going down that road with him because he is a jackass. And when I say he's a jackass, I mean he's the biggest donkey going. If he started snorting and sounding like a donkey, I wouldn't be surprised.

However, that doesn't really excuse the fact that I did it with him again and by did it, I mean it. Yes, we fucked. I hate that word though. It sounds so crude, but maybe that's just who I am now. A table dancing, crude hoe. Love, always, sassy Sarah.

I immediately called Isabel as I left the business meeting. I am furious. With myself. With Ethan and with the creep Bob, that made it far too obvious that he wanted to take me to his hotel room after the meeting. I am on my way home, but I am upset and need to speak to someone.

"Hey, Chica, how's it going?" She says as she immediately answers the phone.

"Oh my God. I'm so pissed off."

"Oh gosh, what did that asshole do now?" She cuts me off before I can even finish my sentence.

"What? How did you know?"

"Because it's always Ethan," she giggles. "At least it’s always been him the last couple of weeks whenever you’re upset.”

"He's such a jackass. Girl, he did not ask me on a date. He was not interested in spoiling me. He..." I take a deep breath. "Let's just say that he is the most arrogant, pompous..."

"He's a prick, huh?" She cuts me off again and giggles.

"Yeah, he's a prick and I do not even want to think about him. What are you doing right now?"

"I was just about to watch Love is Blind. The new season is out. Oh my gosh. There is this guy called Jimmy and he..."

"Girl, I don't even want to talk about that right now. You want to go and grab a drink?"

"Another drink?"

"What do you mean another drink?"

"I'm just surprised that you've wanted to go out so many times during work nights for drinks. You don't normally."

"Yeah. Well, I don't normally have to deal with a grumpy jackass of a boss, but I am certainly dealing with that right now."

"Maybe it was better when he didn't know who you were then?"

"I don't know," I say, thinking out loud. "I mean on the one hand, I didn't have to put up with this bullshit. On the other hand, who wants to be invisible?"

"So what exactly happened?"

"I went to The Champagne Room looking all hot, thinking it's a date, and he was there with a bunch of men because it was actually a business meeting, and he got really rude and annoying. Then one of the guys was basically telling me how he wanted to go down on me in front of everyone. Like what a pig. Why are men such pigs?"

"Whoa. Who was telling you that he wanted to go down on you? Ethan or..."

"No, not Ethan. This guy called Bob something. Maybe Bob Jackson. Not to be confused with Jackson, Ethan's best friend who works at Rosser International." I sigh. "Anyway, I could tell that even Ethan was pissed off, but girl, right at the end he was like, to me, 'I hope you didn't think this was a date because it's not a date.' I was like, 'I didn't think it was a date. I haven't even thought about you.' He was like, 'Well, that's good because I'm not interested in getting into a relationship.' I was like, 'I wouldn't want a relationship with you anyway.'" I take a deep breath. "Anyways. I need a drink so I can forget about him."

"Girl, that sounds like a lot. You want to go to the Owl and the Pussycat again?"

"Fine," I say. "Meet you there in 20?"

"Sounds good. I'll be there, and don't worry Sarah, it will be okay."

"Uh-huh. I know that's what Bob Marley says, but was it okay for him?"

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