Brilliant...
...reread the Bridget Jones books... perfectly endearing and candid moment at the end of book 2:
It's all very well for her to say. If I told a man wat I really feel they would run a mile. This--just to pluck an example out of the air--is what I feel at this precise moment:
1. Lonely, tired, frightened, sad, confused and extremely sexually frustrated.
2. Ugly, as hair sticking up in imaginative peaks and shapes and face all puffy from tiredness.
3. Confused and sad as no idea if Mark still likes me or not and scared to ask.
4. V. lovingful of Mark.
5. Tired of going to bed on my own and trying to deal with everything on my own.
6. Alarmed by horrifying thought that have not had sex for fifteen million, one hundred and twenty thousand seconds.
So. To sum up what I really am is a lonely, ugly, sad act gagging for sex.
Brilliant. And Bridget finally is happy and content once she does learn to share her feelings with Mark Darcy and they live happily ever after.
It's all very well for her to say. If I told a man wat I really feel they would run a mile. This--just to pluck an example out of the air--is what I feel at this precise moment:
1. Lonely, tired, frightened, sad, confused and extremely sexually frustrated.
2. Ugly, as hair sticking up in imaginative peaks and shapes and face all puffy from tiredness.
3. Confused and sad as no idea if Mark still likes me or not and scared to ask.
4. V. lovingful of Mark.
5. Tired of going to bed on my own and trying to deal with everything on my own.
6. Alarmed by horrifying thought that have not had sex for fifteen million, one hundred and twenty thousand seconds.
So. To sum up what I really am is a lonely, ugly, sad act gagging for sex.
Brilliant. And Bridget finally is happy and content once she does learn to share her feelings with Mark Darcy and they live happily ever after.