Following week - Oxford

The following week I catch up over Mohitos with American girl. I have work the next day so I have two Mohitos and some mineral water. There are lots of sugar in those and that’s why they are so yummy. I think will try and have them instead of dinner. American girl has five Mohitos and tells me that she has been having affair with local Oxford boy who apparently has been fired from his work for turning up late and now has been evicted from his flat. She tells me that she went to his flat the other night drunk and that she stood outside his window howling his name. ‘Honey do you think I lost my cool a little?’ she asks. ‘Yes American girl’ I respond. ‘I think you lost your cool a little’. Then I do Cra-zy signals behind her head. ‘What shall I do?’ She asks. I said ‘I think you should MAYBE not get involved with a derelict drug user and perhaps just stick with your CIA husband in America’. I say. ‘Oh what would you know loser’ she says. She orders another Mohito and advises me that she has slept with the bartender and that ‘his dick was so big’ that ‘she wanted to feed it a peanut’. Her crazy is HIGHLY amusing to me. I say I need to get going as I haven’t had dinner. She tells me I am no fun and I leave her at the bar with her mobile incessantly texting derelict loser man. She makes me feel like I am very together and sober.

The following night I run for 8k and when I get home Jake yells at me so I call and make American girl come and try the local fish place with me. I order mussels in a garlic broth and then a salmon and chilli risotto. This is healthiest thing on the menu and is not skinny food but I figure its ok as I’ve run so far I am weak. American girl orders bread and then sausages and mash. Half way through the meal and on her third large wine, she knocks it into her food. She continues to eat winey mess and announces loudly that she was ‘really in the mood for a fuck.’ Restaurant is quiet Tuesday night atmosphere with lots of pensioners. When I excuse myself to go home, American girl asks loudly for her wine soaked food to be put in a doggy bag. She tries to convince me to come out drinking with her but I am saved by her derelict lover who wanders by and she sashays off after him. Is interesting being the sober adult one of the relationship. I think of this as I walk home. Then I get home and Jake has pulled out all of my bank statements, photos, documents and mail which he had filed for me nicely while we were still liking each other. He has emptied them out of folders and onto big mess on floor. I take all the photos out that are of him. I write ‘cunt’ on the back of each and every one of them, and leave them for him to find. Again, a time consuming process but I persevere.

At midnight American girl texts that her derelict lover has ‘punched her in the face’. I decide trip to London is in order to see normal friends.