13. NORMAL BOYFRIENDS - Spring 2016 It was an uncomfortable time for Mandi after I bonded her out. She didn't have a car and I acted like I owned her. But she took advantage of it to make me pay for a new tattoo on her arm. The tattoo on her back is a tribute to her grandfather, it is a picture of his car. And the tattoo on her arm was going to be a tribute to her dad. Life is weird when Mandi is involved. It was weird to pay for something I objected to, a tattoo, as a tribute to a person who hated me. Mandi is fascinated with living things, like an armadillo or a snake or a spider, it doesn't matter. And her dad likes to go boating. She already had an octopus on her forearm. I paid to add an anchor and some coral and a jellyfish, to make it an "underwater ocean." And it was supposed to say "daddy's girl" though we never got that far. It is the first thing she wants when she gets out of jail. Her mission every day in prison is to please some jealous girls in prison, and I think to console her dad for her being there. I never took pictures of Mandi before, because it seemed outside the appropriate boundaries of our relationship. But after I bonded her out I got some good ones. I got a really good picture of her eating a free Frosty with her Free Frosty Card at Wendy's. That’s the one she asks me to send, to show the girls in jail. I got another one of her eating a hamburger with 16 patties at Freddy's Frozen Custard on South Orange Avenue where her little brother worked. I guess he had been boasting about how many patties he put on a single burger. So she outdid her little brother. She was on a lot of new anxiety medications. She stayed home all day, mostly sleeping and eating Lucky Charms. She made me go on Amazon.com and buy her a 5-pound bag that was only Charms. She she started to put on weight, to where she was both the skinniest and the fattest girl I ever had sex with. She spent three whole days like a kid who wants a candy bar in the checkout, demanding I buy her a potbellied pig. Every few days she would break her phone or drop it in a hole or something, and she needed a new one. And she made me spend a few hundred dollars to register her corgi dog Lorelei as a service dog. She wanted to bring her in more places like motels, and Walmart. Mandi has a missing capacity to experience pleasure. She primarily seeks to experience it through the eyes of others. Like if your grandmother not only baked cookies, but also had sex with you. Mandi was so eager to see Lorelei's reaction to all the items on the shelves in Walmart. Lorelei immediately pooped in the cereal aisle, and Mandi turned around and ran straight out. I wasn’t in there to see it. For some reason Mandi suddenly went back to not wanting to be seen with me. For two weeks, Mandi May was my reluctant girlfriend. Unfortunately, I was living or working 90 minutes away in Melbourne. And Mandi's car was in the impound in Georgia. That meant her Mom got home from work before I could get to Orlando, so what little sex we had was in the Walmart parking lot. And Mandi spent more time hanging around the house with her little brother’s friends from high school, than with me. She was hanging out with people like l6, 17, 18 years old, and having a great time. It was obvious to me one day, that she must have met some other guy her own age. I saw her get dressed up to stay home. She no longer wanted me around the house, or anyone seeing me with her. At this point I had stopped giving her cash, and would only buy her Walmart gift cards. Without a car, she was also dependent on me to drive her shopping. On the way back from Walmart, she was literally singing a love song in the car. This was the happiest and most excited I had ever seen her, she was totally in love with some secret person. I should have been happy, but I was devastated. It was the right thing, at the wrong time. She begged me to keep up my promise to have sex with her for rent and deposit money. I said you found a new guy, I know it. It's dysfunctional, it's demented what you want to do. It's sick. I can't participate in that. It's not right. But my real issue was that she had been my girlfriend for two weeks. And now I had been dumped. Having sex with her the same as if I hadn’t been dumped, like a sex robot, was worthless to me by comparison. I was in a bitchy mood. We had to argue quietly, because her little brother was up the hall. I said something like “I know you are a romantic. So you should understand that I am a romantic also.” I know I said “I need to be romanced.” Finally I gave in and had sex with her, and she eagerly took on the challenge to make it romantic. But we had to be really quiet. She couldn't leave the house with me, or her new boyfiiend might find out. He was on his way over. If we took a trip to I-34