JOURNAL OF DIXON AINSLEY
21 July
12:55 a.m.
New York City
I’m at a loss as to where to start about the evening’s events. I’d prefer never to remember some of them, but that’s cowardice speaking, so I will ignore my desire to heavily edit the happenings. I can do that when I publish the diary, after all.
Let us begin with a full retelling of the evening.
Paulie invited me to dinner with her after I explained about how I dislike people invading my personal space. At first, I was taken aback—how could she interpret a simple apology as an expressed desire to date her? I like her, despite the fact that she herself stated that she wants to get laid by one of the non-U.S. racers, but I’m determined not to let that color my opinion of her. After all, Rupert is already working his way through
