Page 222 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Tuesday 19 September

8st 12 (v.g.), alcohol units 3 (v.g.), cigarettes 0 (too shameful to smoke in
presence of healthy young whippersnappers).

Blimey, must hurry. About to go on date with Diet Coke-esque young
whippersnapper. Gav turned out to be completely divine, and behaved
exquisitely at Alex's dinner party on Saturday, flirting with all the wives,
fawning over me and fending all their trick questions over our 'relationship' with
the intellectual dexterity of a Fellow of All Souls. Unfortunately, I was so
overcome with gratitude* in the taxi on the way back I was powerless to resist

his advances.** I did, however, manage to get a grip on myself *** and not
accept his invitation to go in for coffee. Subsequently, however, I felt guilty
about being a prick teaser,**** so when Gav rang and asked me round to his
house for dinner tonight I accepted graciously.*****

* lust

** put my hand on his knee *** my panic **** could not stop self thinking
'Damn, damn, damn!'

***** could barely contain my excitement Midnight. Feel like Old Woman of
the Hills. Was so long since had been on a date that was completely full of
myself and could not resist boasting to taxi driver about my 'boyfriend' and
going round to my 'boyfriend's,' who was cooking me supper.

Unfortunately, however, when I got there, Number 4 Malden Road was a fruit
and vegetable shop.