Last night, a guy asked me to dance who seemed like a Beginner Salsa Dancer. In general, I try to be generous with dancing with beginners because I know what it feels like to want to dance with people at a more advanced level than myself, and it's even harder for guys who have to lead. However, it was late and I was too tired to risk the possibility that a) the guy is a creep or b) attempts moves that lead to pain for me (pulls my arm, drops me on my head, etc.). After a plethora of bad experiences, I have decided that dancing isn't something I do for charity, and I'm the one who pays the price when I choose to say "Yes," to people I don't know [which I do because a) I want to be nice b) want to be generous and c) I really want to say "No," but the guy is too persistent]. This is what is called Boundaries. Not everybody likes it, including the guy last night who, when he saw me dancing with someone else came up to me and said, "You're a bad person!"

What am I going to do. Sit and wait for the next song so that a guy doesn't get his feelings hurt? I can't spend my life on Bruised Ego Detection Alert. Frankly, I'd rather be a "bad person." It's one step closer to my goal of being a full-fledged bitch. Because, like Tina Fey said on SNL, "Bitches get things done." And, the corollary to that is being too nice is a big waste of time. I'm 36, and I can't waste any more time.

Just for today, I'm a bad person.