Despite not being a singleton, my friends are always amused by my ‘Bridget Jones’ life of what I like to call ‘charming incompetence’. I might like to think I’m Robin Scherbatsky, but let’s be honest, I’m probably a Bridget. Here’s my reassons I am Bridget Jones.
There’s never anything in my fridge
Not strictly true, right now there is wine in there. And tonic water and some Brie. Totally fine.
As Tatianna says, Choices.
I actually don’t choose vodka, I choose gin. But the point stays…I like a drink, what can I say?
I know my own limitations
In a nice way, of course, but feeling competent doesn’t come naturally. Does it for any of us?
I have great intentions of glamour, but they never quite go as planned.
I have it all planned. Shame I don’t have the glamorous personality to match, and always end up knocking something over or spilling a drink into my bag or tripping over my own feet. One day…
I know the importance of a good dance session
Sometimes the only thing to do is vogue.
I can rock a costume
Cosplayer. Come on. No such thing as awkward in a costume.
Cooking is not my strong point
Let’s not even go though. I once used a bottle of rum as a rolling pin. At least I’ve never made blue soup I suppose.
I’m crap at exercise
It’s even worse than my cooking. No, really.
My friends are mad as a bag of cats, but absolutely wonderful
The best way for friends to be. Mad as hell, but the best human beings.