In this week’s story, a woman has sex with a French guy at a party and leaves without getting his name: 24, single, New York

DAY ONE

7:40 a.m. My cat wakes me up with her tail. Great. This means I’m running on three hours of sleep today. I went out with friends last night and stayed out way too late.

9:30 a.m. I drag my ass to work, which means the desk that doubles as my nightstand. I own a small business with my sister — it’s a beauty line — and I focus on influencer relations and marketing. My lifestyle is conducive to getting our product in the right hands, since I go out every night.

Noon I’m famished, but I’m on a strict budget — I try not to spend any money during the day, and at night I try to get as much paid for as possible, so I sit here starving until I can figure out wh

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