Tuesday 15 November 2011


"I am so proud of you, like, when I look at you, I'm like 'God, Daisy has really changed, you seem so happy, so stable, so content. It's wonderful see."
"It's lovely that you think that... I really do feel so much better these days. God, I sound so bloody self-righteous these days. I must have changed!"
Joking around in the kitchen with my housemate I realise just how obvious last year's apathy and general disgust must have been to everyone. Giving up drinking seems to everyone like my latest attempt at reforming myself. In a sense it is. I'm sick of waking up with no memories and a rising sense of guilt. I'm also conscious in 25 days I will be in a bikini on a beach and I can't afford to be wasting calories on alcohol. That said for the first time in my life I'm restricting without counting calories, without purging and without obsessing over binges... too much. It's so fucking hard.

A year ago I slept with a complete stranger an hour after meeting him. We had great sex, although at one point during foreplay I text the American, who at the point I was also sleeping with. As he walked me to part of the way home I kept forgetting his name and when he asked me for his number, I answered: "why? so we can meet up and spoon some time?" and left him. He was in the bar last night. As he walked across the opposite side of the room, our eyes locked and I felt that pure libidinal rush I thought had simply dried up. He came over, we talked. I had a few drinks. I felt old Daisy resurface. I called him a cunt. I insulted him repeatedly. And as we flirted at the bar, people kept coming up to us, interrupting, girls obviously cockblocking, and it was only when a girl I'd been briefly chatting to came up to him and kissed him on the mouth, I realised.
"Is that your girlfriend? Well done, you've done better than I'd have expected"
So as his girlfriend and all her friends swarmed around the bar, he carried on flirting with me. And whilst I know she has a better body than me, I had the arrogance, the scorn that kept him there, leading me to a dark corner of the bar to evade the observation of their friends.
"How long have you been together?"
"Don't ask. Too long. Tomorrow is our anniversary."
Watching a man make the moral decision whether to cheat or not whilst his girlfriend is in the room is an extraordinary thing to watch.
"Daisy, are you propositioning me?"
"Perhaps, if I couldn't see your girlfriend"
I made my excuses, and left. I'd seen enough of the male ego. He offered to walk me to the gate. At the gate, he told me he wanted to walk me home, passing a club he sees his friends in the queue, and in full view of them, hugs me. As he turns to walk away, I tell him to enjoy his anniversary. He grimaces.
I go home and cry.

5 comments:

  1. I think I love you.
    I used to have that arrogance when I weighed less. You'll get into that bikini.
    Your writing style is utterly brilliant, by the way.

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  2. just wanted to let you know, i locked up my blog and have a new blog at (diet coke fiend (no spaces) . wordpress.com) take care!

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  3. You'll look gorgeous in that bikini!
    25 days is enough to lose quite a lot of weight even if you binge once in a while.
    Stay strong <3

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  4. Perhaps this change in you will lead to good things, you never know.

    You'll look amazing on the beach.

    xx

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  5. What is it about men?
    Fuck. What is it about us and why do we care so much about the fuckers?

    look at me, throwing myself at a new guy every week, throwing my life away for a new guy every week, being dragged along like a little fragile wooden puppet on the floor on a string by them for one night, maybe two if I'm lucky.

    We've got to sort our shit out Daisy. We are too fabulous to have to deal with this rubbish. And yet, we both know, when you look like a knockout in your bikini, it will be the best feeling in the world...

    xxx

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