Life Ain't A Fairy Tale by Miguel Rivera Page A

even
more.
    Sara is intentionally ignoring me because she
is still mad at me. Sara took my rejection too personally. She got
mad for the dumbest reason, beer. Imagine how mad she will be if
she catches me with another woman. This is infantile, like her
belief that love is real. She is too immature.
    Everyone goes to the huge dance floor, while
I remain seated watching everyone dance salsa, merengue, reggaeton,
and other American dance music. Melissa starts dancing with a
random stranger. At first, I see Melissa dancing, but I lose sight
of her because she goes further away from the table I am seated.
She blends in with the huge crowd occupying the dance floor. Lizzie
and Gina dance together. It is cute to see them dance salsa because
they look like professional dancers. Sara and Chad dance really
close together. Sara is constantly glancing towards me throughout
many dance songs. I do not know why she is looking my way; she is
having a lot of fun.
    I am the kind of guy that enjoys seeing the
girl I like dance, even if it is not with me. When dancing salsa
and merengue, Chad raises Sara's arm, and she twirls with grace.
Her hair twirls along with her. When the music changes to
reggaeton, I enjoy how Sara dances sensually. She rotates her hips
and backs her butt against Chad's crotch area. She is so sexy and
flashy.
    After dancing with Chad for a while, Sara
returns to speak with me where I am seated. She is in a
conciliatory mood. Her breath stinks of alcohol, but I don't care.
I feel lonely at the table. In a manner that is unlike me, I crave
to be part of society. I want to dance with Sara. I don't know how
to dance, but I was prepared beforehand to do some stepping.
Hopefully, I will dance with her tonight after all. Before she
speaks, she spends a few seconds looking me in the eyes. I do not
say anything to her. We sit there looking into each other's eyes.
The music being so loud doesn't allow this moment to be more
romantic. She holds my hands.
    "Don't you love me anymore?" Sara has a sad
puppy face.
    "Of course, I do Sara. Even if you are a
little drunk." My thumbs physically put a smile on her face.
    "Why didn't you do anything when you saw me
dancing with Chad? Are you just going to sit there and let any guy
take me away?" Sara is upset because I did not do anything.
    "If that is what you want, you have the
freedom to make the decision that is right for you." I can see the
look on her face; she is irritated by my answer. This reminds me
when I gave her a similar answer at the mall.
    "If I dump you right now, you are not going
to say anything? Are you going to sit there all calm and happy?"
Sara is visibly frustrated at me. I am being myself. Just because
Sara is my girlfriend, it does not mean I own her. I cannot control
her actions, and I never will. Sara does not seem to understand my
actions. I do not get mad, angry, and display a strong outburst of
jealousy. I don't have the poison inside me to act like that. Why
is she expecting me to act like a crazy jealous person?
    "I will not be happy if you dump me, Sara. I
know in life that happy endings are not guaranteed. If you dump me,
I will be very sad, but what do you want from me? Sitting here calm
is the only logical thing to do. What do you want me to do? Get off
this chair and beat up Chad for dancing with you. That is not who I
am. You have the freedom to do whatever you want. I do not own
you."
    "Look Jimmy, I am not asking you to beat up
Chad or give him a bloody nose. I don't want that. It frustrates me
to see you sitting there. You have no opinion about anything. You
sit there and don't even get involved in our conversations? It
seems you don't care about me." Sara argues and still doesn't
understand my explanation.
    "Yes. Of course, I care about you. Why do you
think I am here? I am here for you. Do you know how many times I
have been invited to nightclubs? Many times, my friends have
invited me. I turned them down every time because nightclubs are
not my