Diary entry.

Dear Diary,

Another week is done, and I survived my second week at the job. Henry dumped another bunch of work on me; go figure. It still bothers me that he doesn't acknowledge me. I am not asking for praise, but at least an, how are you doing? Would be nice. I am his PERSONAL assistant, but I feel more like a stranger who slaves away for him. I don't understand that man. Maybe it's better this way.

I met V for coffee during the week. She is still the same old V, always making everything about sex or guys. Maybe it's because all guys fawn over her, and her head is wired that way. It can get draining sometimes, but she is still fun to be with and was there for me after the accident. She asked me if Henry was hot, and I said he was. Honestly, for a man in his 40s, he is attractive in a gruff way. Not like anything will ever happen, I barely exist in his eyes.

Tom has been distant since we went to the Trawler last weekend. I made sure I spoke to him, but something felt off. I feel like he is hiding something from me, and it's weird because he tells me everything. I will speak to him next week and try to prod him to see what he's hiding. I invited him to come with V and me to Vixen, but obviously, he said no. They can have a different view of things, but can't they just drop it and become friends? It's exhausting, honestly.

I went to Vixen with V. Yes, Diary, you heard that correctly. I went to Vixen, aren't I fancy? I felt out of place, though; it was a smorgasbord of who is who in there. I met Andre; that's how we got into Vixen. He is confident and very handsy. I didn't mind it until he tried to kiss me. I barely knew the guy, and he made a move. Maybe he is used to getting any woman he wants. I mean, he manages girls. He blamed it on the **** and didn't seem to care; it was awkward thank god I didn't see him after that. They offered me coke as well, and I tried it. I wanted to let loose and have fun. It was good, I mean, I felt good, but I don't think I will be doing it again.

I danced with V and just let go; it felt good. I hadn't danced like that in ages. V finally told me what she does. Now I understand why she dodged the question. She works as a pornstar, ok, maybe not a pornstar but a nude model on a site called OnlySnaps. She makes a lot of money doing it. Even if I make all the money in the world, I can't do it. She tried to kiss me. Yes, you heard right, Diary, V wanted to kiss me. I mean, she's pretty and all, but I just couldn't kiss her; I didn't see her that way. I hope it doesn't affect our friendship; she seemed sad. I will give her some space. I should see how Nora is doing next week. I promised her I would try to hang out with her more often.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. (Seneca.)

~K