Page 42 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING
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Cleave.







               My heart sank. That phone call was suggesting a date. Who replies by saying
               'thanks' and leaves it at that unless they but after a little thought, I sent back:

               Message Cleave Please shut up. I am very busy and important.



                  Jones.






               And after a few minutes more, he replied.







                  Message Jones Sorry to interrupt, Jones, pressure must be hellish. Over and
                  out.



                  PS. I like your tits in that top.



                  Cleave          .  .  .  And  we  were  off.    Frantic  messaging  continued  all  week,

                  culminating  in  him  suggesting  a  date  for  Sunday  night  and  me  dizzyingly,
                  euphorically, accepting. Sometimes I look around the office as we all tap away
                  and wonder if anyone is doing any work at all.



                   (Is it just me or is Sunday a bizarre night for a first date? All wrong, like
               Saturday morning or Monday at 2 p.m.)



               Sunday 15 January
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