16 January (part 2)
I stay in. Great. Bridget Jones’ Diary is on the TV.
Watch a bit of Celebrity Big Brother. Have binge and a purge. Damn. I didn’t want this to happen. Well, it hardly does these days. And I’ve been so good. I hope it’s going to be a blip. Keeping to the low GI plan is definitely helping.
The film makes me think about my ex. A barrister. The stiff one who wanted to marry me and looks exactly like Colin Firth. About my ongoing disaster of a love life. And then, inevitably, The Entrepreneur. He is not unlike Grant. Even the clothes and hair. Not as hot. But about a foot taller, thank God. The time I was convinced he would get back in touch again has been and gone big time. Maybe Claudia was right. It was a drunken text at most. Here’s me obsessing over its significance.
Go Bridget. When Hugh Grant’s character is lying in the snow asking her back.
‘If I can’t make it with you, I can’t make it with anyone,’ he says.
Is that how E thinks about me? I really hope so. But still. He hasn’t been in touch again so hardly likely.
She tells it to him. This is how I need to think too.
‘That’s not a good enough offer for me. I’m not willing to gamble my whole life on someone who’s… well not quite sure. It’s like you said. I’m looking for something that’s… more extraordinary than that.’
No comments yet.
‘When I grow up I’m going to marry a prince,