A bit of Bridget?

For years, my uncle has been comparing me to Bridget Jones. I'd always written it off as a bunch of b*llocks, assuming he hadn't seen the film. Then again, neither have I. Yesterday, a friend compared my London life to that of Bridget Jones. So I thought I'd do some research, and see how much of a BJ I actually am. Not much, I decided.

1. I do not fancy my boss. Nor do I fancy a man who wore a reindeer jumper when we first met.
2. I do not own a rabbit suit.
3. I do not keep a diary of ciggies and alcohol intake.
4. I do not own a pair of grandma knickers.
5. I never answer the phone saying I am a sex goddess with a very hot man between my thighs.
6. I've never had to leave my job cause I shagged my boss.
Then again, I am completely useless and utterly immature when I fancy a man. I am an appallingly bad public speaker. And I have once had two men physically fight over me....

Single

The whole single concept does suit me. Loads of hobbies and heaps of friends mean I am never bored and not having another half taking up time means loads of time for gym and friends. However, there are times being single sucks. Like at weddings. And like moments when you are really thirsty, really lazy, and really have your eyes glued to the footy. And when there is noone you can ask to make you a cuppa. Damn.

Speed dating

Never done it, never will. It sounds like an odd acitivity to me, but each to their own of course. London saw an interesting speed dating event last week I must admit. Apparently, Adelaide (South Australia) has a shortage of single females, and a surplus of jobs. So the local government decided to find some yummy South Australians (home to the mullet, let's hope they found some guys with proper haircuts), and 40 single pommie girls, and bring them together in a speed dating event in London. Haven't heard or read of any emigration of those yet, but will keep you updated of course. ;-)