Page 198 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

They looked at me expectantly. Suddenly I knew I was going to cry. Tom was

now drooling over a giant bar of soap bearing the imprint of a penis. Gav was
staring at me. 'Wow, that is, like, a really, really, really wild . . . ' he whispered
reverently as I blinked back tears, '. . . response.'

'Just going to the loo,' I blurted, rushing away past a configuration of sanitary-

napkin bags. There was a queue outside a Portaloo, and I joined it, shaking.
Suddenly, just when it was almost my turn, I felt a hand on my arm. It was
Daniel.

'Bridge, what are you doing here?'

'What does it look like?' I snapped. 'Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.' I burst into the

cubicle and was just about to get on with it when I realized the toilet was
actually a molding of the inside of a toilet, vacuum-packed in plastic. Then
Daniel put his head round the door.

'Bridge, don't wee on the Installation, will you?' he said, and closed the door
again.

When I came out he had vanished. I couldn't see Gav, Tom or anyone I knew.

Eventually I found the real toilets, sat down and burst into tears, thinking I
wasn't fit to be in society anymore, and just needed to get away till I stopped
feeling like this. Tom was waiting outside..

'Come and talk to Gav,' he said. 'He's really, like, into you.' Then he took one
look at my face and said. 'Oh shit, I'll take you home.'

It's no good. When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from

the fact that the whole little world you've created together Collapses, and that
everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they
tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped
REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal
confidence of a passed-over British Rail sandwich?

'Gav likes you,' said Tom.