I'm running with G, racing with him, not against each other but towards something. this is on video, a clip on Savage Love where Dan Savage is reflecting on how two people of different physical attractiveness quotients can sometimes have great pleasure in each other. As we run there's a huge grin on my face. The comments are about my plain, unattractive face and how round I am, almost spherical, but that we both seem to be having a good time.

I'm surprised, looking, recognising that I am really not attractive. And I'm surprised everyone's taken us for a couple, they don't understand he's my therapist. I'm watching this from a mattress on the floor in front of the tv at my dad's small, dreary apartment.

My dad comes home and I feel guilty. I can tell he's disgruntled. He says something about newspapers and I wonder if he's seen this clip and is mad about me being so publicly visible. I haven't done anything around the house. I went to the shop but didn't get anything good for dinner. Something, but nothing good. I apologise. I tell him I went to buy a bed for them (meaning for the spare room, so I'd have somewhere to sleep) but didn't because I wasn't staying.

He says yes, a bed would be good, we'd appreciate that. We can go down to the shops after dinner and see if we can find one. I realise it's for him and my stepmother to sleep in, and that I am obligated to buy it for them.