Bridget Jones and I have a lot in common. We’re catty, we’re sensitive and we confuse ourselves with the combination.
We’re a little clutzy.
With weight issues.
We curse just a little too much.
And say the most inappropriate things when we’re uncomfortable.
We’re both terribly mean gossips.
And we judge what people wear to parties, but are the first ones to screw up the dress code.
But, we always have good intentions.
and massive insecurities.
But, we always try to put on our big girl panties and move forward.
We are perpetual Singletons.
Who consistently find ourselves interested in the wrong type of boys.
And, our mothers would like to see us make just a little more effort to find a nice man.
But, when we finally -do- find a man, we become so ecstatic that we scare him away.
We’re both obsessed with Colin Firth.
And, we suck in the kitchen (or anywhere else Colin might want us to).
As a result, we don’t judge people by what they eat.
But, We have close friends who give us affirmation.
Who help us keep our priorities straight.
And are there when we need them with comfort and chocolate.
Thanks to them, we’ll probably never TRULY be Bridget Jones. (But I still wouldn’t mind my own Mr. Darcy.)