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Jane, London Hi Gareth, I'm really hoping you find your perfect Bridget by Xmas day. Get that misteltoe out! Jane
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Tilly, Wales If you don't make the Quest before Christmas then good luck in the New Year, and keep us posted!! Been watching the site since it started and loving it!
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Claire, London Hi Gareth, C
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| Christine, Canada (email #4) Dear Darcy, You're in luck. You may achieve your goal in the end. Since it's the season to give to others I'm willing to do my good deed and tip you off to a real-life Bridget Jones - my best friend Kelly. I've just returned from viewing the latest film version of Pride & Prejudice and, as its makers intended, it made me believe in real love once more. Although I'm still too jaded to think it may happen to me I might as well help someone else towards this ambition. However, I'm not sure if Kelly has granny pants but she definitely has pink fuzzy slippers and probably wears the ever-sexy, long-underwear attire of Canada. But be careful...if you write about her, she'll surely do the same with you given her next project is about dating in the new millennium. Good luck and happy holidays, Lizzie P.S. I voted for "other" on your web-poll. And, although your guess of Darcy in P&P is correct, I'd add a dash of Ralph Fiennes adventurous spirit (from the English Patient and The Constant Gardener) to his character.
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Tabitha, Canada Hello, I had read your article in the Globe and Mail. I thought I would check out your site for a laugh. I must say that I wasn't disappointed. It is very hard to find someone that is a match I guess, when you are looking for someone specific. Sorry I don't match your criteria. Maybe a few years ago but now, I have thrown away those granny panties and have done better. I wear NONE. Love the feeling of freedom. I have thorwn away those flannel PJ's and wear nothing or silk. Yes I am a bit over weight, not the sexy small thing but, no see's me anyway. I am very independant and no I don't have my own flat but I have my own house. I have cats and a couple of dogs. I have a very good job, and it has taken a longtime for me to learn to like myself again after my marriage failed. I too am in for a long search as I have certain criterias. I think there is no one here for me. If that is how it is suppse to be then, that is how it will be. I will still live. And it doesn't matter if I have a man or not I will still eat all the chocolate I can. Good luck in your quest. I look forward to hearing how you made out. Merry x-mas. |
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Sallie, London Dear Gareth I am seriously beginning to wonder if in fact you are a Daniel cleaver type secretly disguising as a Mark Darcy hero. At the time of the great jumper debate I spent hours (like all other Bridget's) composing, deleting and re-composing what I thought to be the perfect email to catch your attention and win me a date. And with your promise to answer all emails I was brimming with hope! But not to have had even an acknowledgment of my efforts is bringing me to this conclusion that you may in fact be a fake! Disappointed Bridget from London p.s. if in fact in true Bridget style it turns out that I pressed delete rather than send on my last email than please accept my apologies, and can we start again? |
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| Christine, Canada (email #3) Smart concept. I'm sure it will be a great success. I'll look for the book. You might actually rekindle my hope in men. Sincerely, Elizabeth Bennett |
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Ina, Belgium Hello Gareth, I read an article in the EDP about your novel and your search for Your Bridget and liked the idea. It's a while ago now (I moved back from Norfolk to Belgium in the meantime) but eventually I thought I'd have a look on your website to see how you got on. Sounds like you've found a suitable candidate in Deborah, best of luck! To be completely honest, I don't know who Bridget Jones is. Of course, I've seen adverts with her and Hugh Grant (right?) all over the place but I wasn't interested to find out what all the hype was about. I have lived happily without a tellie for the last 6 or 7 years so I missed out. Perhaps that makes me a Bridget myself... I enjoy playing music, gardening, walks, reading, experimenting with food and herbs and drinks (but I don't know what it feels to be drunk because I haven't found a drink I like enough to get drunk on it). In other words: I'm pretty (and) boring ;D but I haven't got time to watch television. Maybe that's why I haven't found another partner since my marriage broke up. Maybe it's because they don't like my cat (or she doesn't like them!). Maybe it's because I'm too demanding and still waiting for my fairy tale prince to turn up on a white horse. In any case, I don't give myself a deadline. Life looks after those who trust it. Take care, Ina homesick for Norfolk numbers: age 29 (nearly) size 12 shoe size 3 (and proud of it!) length 1.6m (sorry, 5ft 4) pout: no but almost constant smile
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| Christine, Canada (email #2) Dear Darcy,
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| Tabitha, Canada Hello, I had read your article in the Globe and Mail. (canada). I thought I would check out your site for a laugh. I must say that I wasn't disappointed. It is very hard to find someone that is a match I guess, when you are looking for someone specific. Sorry I don't match your criteria. Maybe a few years ago but now, I have thrown away those granny panties and have done better. I wear NONE. Love the feeling of freedom. I have thorwn away those flannel PJ's and wear nothing or silk. Yes I am a bit over weight, not the sexy small thing but, no see's me anyway. I am very independant and no I don't have my own flat but I have my own house. I have cats and a couple of dogs. I have a very good job, and it has taken a longtime for me to learn to like myself again after my marriage failed. I too am in for a long search as I have certain criterias. I think there is no one here for me. If that is how it is suppse to be then, that is how it will be. I will still live. And it doesn't matter if I have a man or not I will still eat all the chocolate I can. Good luck in your quest. I look forward to hearing how you made out. Merry x-mas.
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Christine, Canada Smart concept. I'm sure it will be a great success. I'll look for the book. You might actually rekindle my hope in men. Sincerely, Elizabeth Bennett |
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| Sharon, Toronto Hi and Merry Christmas, May you find that perfect Bridget under your tree! I read of your quest in the national edition of the Globe and Mail, Canada. Novel, a little naughty... but nice (I believe Santa agreed with that, too). At any rate, I am a loving, overbearing mother who cares deeply about her Bridget in Toronto. What a wonderful girl she is. What follows is a completely accurate account of her many wonders. H is 34 years old, a journalist, with two college degrees and is an assistant editor for a magazine . Her interests are wide-ranging right down to a love of flannelette pyjamas while watching The Office. She lives in red (and that includes wine) and her wonderfully shades-of-red-decorated brownstone apartment in the heart of Toronto. She walks, bicycles and takes the subway to work. Her two cats, Doris and Clive make her life almost complete. She tries to not smoke, unsuccessfully at times. If I tell you she is beautiful you may say "surely that is a Mother speaking".... Indeed she would be surprised to receive a reply - a date across the pond would be a challenge but H has never been shy about taking a risk - and this would most certainly be high on her Richter scale. I will leave it at that - I really do not want to know how this proceeds and I have not informed her of my meddling. H's email address is XXXXXXXX@XXXX.com. Her phone number is 888-888-8888 (without the international code). Wishing you a very Merry Christmas with your special Bridget whoever she may be, I remain, Mother of H
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| Zanne, North America Did it ever occur to you that you're looking for Bridget in the wrong places? I caught an interview you recently did in Ireland (while I was over to run the marathon) and it sounds to me as though the "Bridget" you're looking for might actually be American (or at the very least heavily influenced by one.) |
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After all, we're home to the ERA Movement and Title IX, not to mention the highest divorce rate, which shows a certain female irreverence (albeit not necessarily a positive one.) American women date several fellas at the same time - totally allowed and expected, which encourages a more relaxed development of the relationship. We have the highest female percentage of participation in sports and Hillary vs. Condi is the growing odds on favorite for the presidential race in 2008. We developed the "George Foreman Grill" because we are too busy working to make dinner and Heidi Fleiss is about to open the first "Stud Farm" brothel in the world (outside of Las Veags don't cha know!!) Plus, we have inspiration such as Desperate Housewives to keep us keen on the chase rather than the kill... We drive pick-up trucks, wear cowboy boots, eat cheese out of a can (and drink beer out of one too) and attend med school, law school and b-school at similar or higher percentages than American fellas. I reckon your problem over here would be chosing the "Bridget" that's best for you, not finding one. So sugar.... why don't you buy a ticket, hop across the pond and get your Bridget search really going. (What's 'cheese in a can' - have I missed some delicacy here? Please email me if you know...)
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Philipa, Unhappy With Bridget Dear Gareth You can't be serious about Bridget Jones – she really makes me sick with all that whinging and whining about circumstances of her own making. All those fags, all that booze – just do or stop - don't agonize over it. And what a fool she made of all those women who made her a role model by passing over the happiness for her life to a series of men rather than make her happiness for herself. I think she would have been much more attractive to men had she stopped going ON AND ON AND ON. The best bits of book and film (1) were when she told her boss where to stick it. Empowerment you see – so much sexier – which is sadly why women – even intelligent ones seems to like the proverbial bastard – that is until they get to my ripe old age and realize that testosterone – in almost every sense is a women's worst enemy – female hairy legs and men's baldness being the obvious examples. I could go on but there is a point to my rambling and I would love to hear your take on this. A few weeks ago I launched a wine-dating event in Bath for older people – 29 plus- based on the premise that it would be a bit more sophisticated than the usual dating scenario. Furthermore wine-dating would give a shared context to meeting people so that potential partners could assess each other in a genuinely social way and the wine tasting itself – presided over by a somellier (female) would remove the shyness that hinders the tongue tied because of a shared experience. Nice ads, good local PR, classy leaflets around town and result – oversubscribed by women 2-1 and very few male takers. Now please Gareth tell me would you have responded and if not why not – golden opportunity for men to have genuine fun with like-minded women and they didn't bite! My cynical female friends say that I would have been better parading sex on offer. Is this true? I have always believed that the Mars/Venus thing was rubbish and that men and women really want the same thing. Shared experience without too much pressure but enough tenderness to make things special or, in fact, to be left alone with their mothers. Am I too missing the point? Love to hear your views on this. Best wishes Philippa
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Krissy, Norfolk Dear Gareth, I found your article in the Eastern Daily Press very interesting. The dating scene is very difficult, depressing and confusing for us ladies too. I'm never sure what men are looking for, they start out full on calling and messaging every five minutes, saying what ever they think you want to hear, take you to bed, then run like hell worried they may get involved. What is wrong with getting to know someone? No men, especially younger men want to get to know you, the person, the real you, they want to become a couple straight away, with out actually knowing bugger all about you. It seems to be a culture of changing partners as often as changing socks. What has happened to conversation? compatibility? AND OH MY GOD NOT THAT WORD commitment? Are we as women too demanding? Do we expect too much? Is companionship, affection and love too much to ask for? or should we just shut off and join the throw away relationship society we now live in? Yours sincerely Krissy
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Emma, London I like to think that I am
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Roberta, UK (via Italia) Ciao Gareth,
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Karen, London Tuesday 23:39 I've heard the expression keeping up with the Jones's but this website takes it to the max. I guess I'm the kerzillienth woman to email since your article on the evening standard today. To say I felt compelled to write is a slight overstatement but I do find this whole premise on which your website is based quite fascinating – so I'm sitting at home, guzzling a couple of glasses of nerve Cliquet - and decided to drop you a line or two(many) Though my champagne lifestyle is definitely on lemonade money. Personally, I'd like to consider myself ‘Bridget – The Next Generation' -after all times have moved since her debut – but there are still those anxieties that never go out of style. And by that definition I'm a fashion goddess. Fiesty and frisky and fore-eyed - Forget girl power and burning of the bra –I could keep this bonfire alight all night with my ubiquitous granny pants alone – and ‘alone' for the record is the operative word I would be if anyone saw them... Until December I can say hand on heart I'm thirty four - although on a good day when the glass is half full I think of myself as Thirty Faux –and on a bad day when the glass is half empty it often feels like my age is Thirty Faux pas ! So, 34, often guilty of dwelling on the problem rather than finding the solution - I'm over analytical, to the point that I can guarantee I would have read and re-read this email at least 20 times before I will press send. I work in property – I don't mean the glamorous 'ceiling' side of it – I am very much 'basement' fodder and am currently undertaking every little girls dream and working as a receptionist in Piccadilly. I never knew what happiness was until I started working there… then it was too late. Love life? –what love life – went AWOL a while back – I have considered writing a blog myself and titling it Beau Toxic - digressing, I actually don't advocate botox –I want my future partner to know I'm annoyed – and anyhoo the only injection that ever kept me young was the non vegetarian kind! Ooops sorry I was a seventies child and was brought up on rusks and carry on films …….. Clearly only grew out of the rusks. But try not to take me the wrong way ……..quite yet…..(sorry !) I'm not an enthusiastic participant of the ‘sack' race - my mother used to say that a woman may sleep with a man once out of desperation and a thousand times out of passion – but twice – Never.!! I'm clearly missing the passion but not the point. But i'm not a compkete sad ol loon - I do have platonic male friends but on a romantic sense I guess I'm not so good at sealing the deal and it often feels like I make as much impression on the opposite sex as my hand would if I pressed it into set concrete. I know you said that you are looking for a bridget with a cat - but let me tell you something you may not know about the 21st Bridget - when she reaches the big 3 0 ., she hits a crossroads , and there is a always a choice that she must make - a choice will signify the path their life will go Mine was buy a cat or a humungus wine rack... I chose the latter after all I already have one cat that needs feeding..... again, apologies! I'll sign off with the knowledge that one of the oldest urban rumours is now finally proven defunct … There are indeed copious amounts of women who like a BJ… : ) Karen, London .
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| Pam, UK So is that you in the pic dreaming of Bridget? Good luck with finding her, isnt it such a nightmare the dating game i am going into hibernation for the winter the fire is more inticing than going out on a date lol X Pam
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| Maria, London Hello To be honest I'm not much like Bridget, with the exception that I keep a diary logging my bouncing weight. But after reading about you in The Times I decided that you're just the type of man who I would like to discuss interracial relationships with. Or rather get an opinion from. I'm a solvent black female, I have a good job and share a lovely flat with a friend in the up and coming area which is Balham. I've been told on many occasions that I look like Naomi Campbell (of all people) though I'm quite short. And have a good grasp of social etiquette. So tell me why do white males shy away from me. should I be more like Bridget to get your types attention?
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| Tracy, London Hi Gareth found your Bridget yet? This site is amazing! Have just came across an article in a sunday magazine and just had to get typing immediately! I am on the look out for Mr Jones not sure if any one will ever meet the standards i have set but live in hope all the same! Must go as very hungry looking Alsatians growling at me. Good luck with the book love from Tracy xx |
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| Sophie, Aberystwyth (email #6) Hi !!
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| Sadie, London Hi Gareth - I was very interested in your thoughts on "Bridgets", & am often in despair at how many of my female friends seem to have fallen into "the Bridget trap" - believing that their lives are exactly like the fictional heroine. Just seeing the Helen Fielding books & DVDs on my mates' shelves, & hearing them whine that "Oh my God! It's SO true though. It's SO like that, isn't it, being single?" has driven me up the wall for a number of years. As a lass who's been single pretty much all of her adult life (with a few exceptions, including my current fantastic boyfriend), I have to say that no, being single is nothing like Fielding's creation. I'm sure I can't be alone in getting on fine being single (although of course yes, it's always nice to be with someone!), and I don't think I or any of my friends have ever had a diary of such self loathing as Bridget. I'm well aware that by now I sound like some feminist harridan who's got a "I don't need a man to do anything for me" attitude, but I'm not, honestly! Maybe I sound harsh, and maybe lots of Bridget fans out there will hate me, although, like them, I liked the first book, and the film - the first time I saw them! Being single is about being able to do what you want, when you want, see your mates (male and female), have a laugh, and getting out and doing new things. To anyone who's single, I'd say - enjoy it - there's no shame in it (as so many women seem to think!) Anyway, rant over. Hope you find the girl you're looking for - I'm pretty sure there's more than one person out there for everybody - it's just actually bumping into them that can be a bit tricky! Good luck, Sadie |
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Olivia, London Hi! Rather than bleat on about myself, modestly or egotistically, I thought I'd ask my friends Anna and Duncan to write and say why they thought of me when they saw your article. And I (bravely) haven't edited these...... Dear Darcy I'm sure the influx of responses has been impressive, and therefore the need to be selective will surely be assisted by some additional points from a dear friend of a true Bridget. Despite many beautiful qualities, I will keep it brief. Reasons to select my friend: (iii) Her consumption of red wine will be modified when she is required to share a bottle. Anna I would heartily recommend Olivia: though I of course don't have first hand experience of Olive as a date, she would fulfill much of the criteria as a "dream date" for any right-minded Mr D'Arcy. Never a dull moment, with possibly the best laugh ever known to mans ears, the capacity to identify an erazuriz from a shiraz at fifteen paces, blindfolded, an "open" mind, the intellect of HRH Charles Windsor but the chest of Barbara Windsor, with the capacity to demolish the odd packet or two of Silk Cut Extra Extra Lites, is a First Dan at Sh*tHead and is known to swallow, though not on the first date! Be a bold man - take life by the horns (and i'm quite sure you will have some kind of horn on your date with Olivia) and do yourself a favour. Discretion will of course impede Olivias recounting of the first date, since discretion - not Dorothea - is her middle name. Duncan
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Jane Doe, London So came into work early today to catch up with Friday emails (I was off on Friday - I must admit partly because I wanted to catch up with non-London friends but I love Saturday night in at the moment - Strictly Come Dancing/X-Factor so having Friday off meant I could do Saturday night in but still feel as if I have a life by going out on Thursday and Friday - even if Thursday and Friday I was out with smug marrieds). Anyway as I was checking my emails another smug married friend had emailed me your link. Have read it all. VV funny. Wanted to say just 3 (or 4) things. 1. Feel the need to apologise for those female lawyers. I was one of them but after years of vitamin D deficiency it's just not funny or clever to work long hours and become a total bore (the FSA? Seriously, at least if you talk about indemnities you get a punch line every so often...or not...). 2. I think your cat prerequisite is unfortunate - just can't understand how people get so obsessive (Bridget didn't have cats did she?). 3. Think baseball cap woman was a complete tease and think you were v brave to ask her out! 4. Have you read "He's Just Not That Into You"? I would love to hear your take on it as I have just resigned myself to being single as after reading it I don't think I've ever had a boyfriend who has been in me, certainly not in this century. I would love to think there's some room to manoeuvre... I was sat on my bed putting on my socks this morning (I can't get radio 4 in my bedroom unless I am lying still in one position so have taken to watching GMTV which I really quite like) and an advert came on with two people kissing and I actually became overcome with panic that I had forgotten how to snog.... Now am very behind with all my work. x |
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Sandra, London Dear Gareth, It seems everybody had nice pills before writing to you … is that a requirement? Time to start a little debate for my taste: GIRLS! Where is your pride? Where is your self-appreciation? I mean, seriously, the only thing this guy has on offer is being – and I quote here – “ solvent, I have my own flat, a good job, I'm presentable, thoughtful and you could take me home to your mum. (I like cats, too.)”. Is that all we want? Shouldn't this rather be the minimum standard that we are going for? But no, there we are, licking our fingers after a guy who simply shows some basic civilised behaviour. Ok I admit, Gareth, you are quite cute and being a writer with a little publicity happening gives you a certain advantage. But, hey, where are your edges? Simply being Mr. Niceguy just isn't good enough – mainly for the reason that there is no such thing in the first place. If you would give up a bit of your polished self-pitying façade, I reckon your chances of finding a partner will be much higher. (Of course then the whole point of the book, the website and the publicity would be missed … hm … I haven't thought about that before … tricky.) Oh and I'd like to clear up with some of this Bridget-fuss: Grannypants are a) terribly uncomfortable and b) make your backside look … well … let's be polite and describe it as VERY unfortunate. I can't see the point in wearing them. And what's the story about drinking too much Chardonnay? And being clumsy and desperate? Is that all you look for? How boring! Maybe you should expect a little more – and you might get a bit more in return … Happy hunting, San |
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Becca, NYC Hello Gareth, Every weekend, I run down to my local Borders and pick up a copy of The Sunday Times. This week I was amused by the article featuring your dilemma and was very curious to see what was on your website. May I just tell you that from an American point of view, you are quite refreshing. You may say there are decent, good-looking and talented young men out there with no attachments, but here in America such a description does not exist! It was truly a pleasure to read that article in The Times and to browse your website because I found comfort knowing that there are great guys out there in the world. My problem is, they seem to be in the wrong country! I believe that every woman has a hint of Bridget in her heart. Some may have more telling signs than others, but deep down we all feel a bit insecure and desperately want a Mark Darcy to come sweep us off of our feet. (However, the fabulous sex with Daniel Cleaver doesn't hurt either.) Well then, good luck in your search. I do envy your home, as I once lived there myself and absolutley fell in love with London. Becca
Jo, Norwich I know a Bridget just for you, she is my daughter XXX, she has all the qualities you're looking for, and she too is looking for someone just like you, and has given herself till Christmas as well. Email her on *&^%£+@£ - If you need to know anymore, please email me. Jo
Vasudha, Mumbai, India An enthralling book, a great cuppa tea, a sleeping 3-year old on a lazy Sunday afternoon! Redefining bliss! Well, I think I've ceased to be Bridget - stressing myself over unaccountable number of cigarettes and glasses of Indian wine - i'm still obsessed with my once upon a time Mr.Darcy, but I've stopped obsessing over him, at least for the time being. I'm a 33-year old, single woman with a 3-year old son living in India, where people pity you for being single!!! I think after a few disasterous attempts at finding Mr.Right, I've come to a point where I'm really happy by myself; and about myself - I feel happy, completely beautiful and yes, if Mr.Darcy / Mr.Right does come along... I'm not sure if I'll recognise him OR if I really do care. I love my granny underpants, of course - they are the most comfortable to live in... But, of course, the tiny G-strings.. or nothing at all on a night out does make it really sexy!!! However, I really don't think I qualify as BJ - I'm much too happy in my world... OR, maybe I DO - the plight of singletons really does tug at my heartstrings... :-)))
Ceri, UK Hi there, After reading your article in the Sunday Times and having a quick look at your website, I thought I'd send you an email. Well I am possibly one of a small manority of females who don't feel that they have much in commen with the beloved Bridget Jones, however, once you scratch beneath the surface of my lovely lovely exterior, I have to say I am. I only seem to attract emotional bleepwits, the last man being a good example of that, in his thirties and well it felt like I was going out with a toddler! Then I seem to attract the married men, or those which are downright strange! I have a feeling it has something to do with me looking like one of those people who've got a 'talk to me face'. I even have those great big granny pants, which my boyfriend seemed to adore and yes he was from a public school, so instead of wearing them for special occasions, i.e those posh parties I was wearing them a couple of times a week. Is it prehaps that men are reading so much about women turning into Bridget Jones that they want to rescue her from a life of lone drinking, granny pant wearing and be that knight in shinning armour that will wisk her off her feet? Or it could be that each man sees themselves as a mix of Mark and Daniel that they know deep down this is what we females want a bit of posh and rough? If this is the case, god help us!! kind regards, Ceri
Dave, Paris ChasingBridget has gone global. Or continental at least. I saw one in a supermarket on the Champs Elysées last night. She was in front of me in the queue for the check-out, clutching a decent bottle of champagne. Only when she reached the till did she also produce a tiny white thong (they sell these things at Monoprix?! I only came for some milk! But I digress.) So our Bridgette has clearly decided that it's a night where only genuinely tiny knickers will do. So she pays for her two items, then leaves the shop. Then the check-out girl realises that Bridgette has left her credit card behind. But it's too late for our Bridgette. She's gone. Sacre bleu! Poor girl. Dave, Our Man in Paris
Karen (different one), London 8.30 a.m. Started writing this e-mail... didn't quite know how to word it; ate my toast, butter (nothing else will do) and Marmite, decided to re-visit... 9.00 a.m. Hmmm, nice toast... now going through the daily guilt of wondering why I don't have enough will-power to go for the natural yoghurt and muesli option every day, oh yes, back to the e-mail.... 9.30 a.m. Got so much work to do, but this is more entertaining.... B*gger; the phone is ringing - be back in a moment... 9.45 a.m. Do I go out with the 27 year old personal trainer, who is quite a bit younger than me but a lot of fun, or the 41 year old Executive ex-boss who most definitely would use me to forget his domestic problems? Trouble is, the personal trainer is very fit (funnily enough); I, on the other hand, am not. I try my best with the odd gym visit (by paying my monthly fee, I feel virtuous but suppose this could have been spent on charity or a new handbag!), I've spent years working out the best way to cover up any 'wobbly bits', from learning how to lie so your tummy doesn't show, to walking out of the room backwards - not easy with an outrageous hangover I can tell you. Easy when your big pants keeping it all in under clothes, but the idea is that eventually they may possibly have to come off..... 10.00 a.m. I digress..... It's just occurred to me that I could go out with neither the Personal Trainer or Ex-Boss, and I could just enjoy a few glasses of wine with my lovely friends after work, watch telly, eat nice food and generally wake up on Sunday mornings feeling content... or I could go out with a bloke who's decided he wants to find a 'Bridget'. Watch this space..
Mo, Lincoln Dear Diary Cigarettes - zero (ever, so VVgood), alcohol units (none so far today) calories (tuna sandwich - good, no spread - v good, diet pepsi - vv good, gingerbread man BAAAD). It's Monday and bored already. Nasty boss man has already palmed off stupid stinky client on me this afternoon to go through her statement hence need for unauthorised pastry consumption at lunchtime. Having fat day (as always). Not aided by erstwhile bestest friend forwarding email article about man looking for the Perfect Bridget Jones. Not best pleased at supposed relevance of article to me, given the typical Bridget is apparently "28 to 40, single, a little overweight and desperate". Accept only the first three statements and validity of comments questionable in any case given the messenger is in fact a smug married! Have decided will act for her husband in her divorce - HA! Also, she has to go on holiday with his parents – HA HA! She is also likely to have to see the New Year in with said husband's smug married friends, Alan and Marissa and their new baby whilst I am having a James Bond party with lots of RAF men HA HA HA HA HA! Managing partner just asked what was so funny. Must look into sound proofing for office… All for now. Mo
Ana, London What a shame you are not interested in drop dead gorgeous 18 y.o. underwear models
Claire, from who knows where I never used to be Bridget. When i was younger i was a happy-go-lucky hussy, expertly and effortlessly stringing Daniel Cleaver-types along. Now tho at the age of 28 ish when i want to find something a bit more meaningful from them. well, i can't. have lost ability to deal with aforementioned D.C's and now tables have turned and have ended up letting them use and abuse me. plus thanks to the wonders of internet dating i've met a constant stream of camp, diet coke and malibu drinking, desperate, bounce when they walk, computer game and kung fu film addicted unsuitables. All this has made me appreciate the good men when they very ocassionally come along but has also made me panic that they're so few and far between and so i have to do all in my power to hold on to them. Ergo i inadvertently end up stalking, casually wandering past their house several times a day, checking my mobile 100 times, even running up huge bills texting myself to check said mobile is indeed working, crying into empty gin bottles at the end of the night (and sometimes at the end of the lunchtime edition of Neighbours). Hell i've even stopped wearing my trusty big pants on the off chance my Mr Darcy may turn up out of the blue, whip my clothes off in the height of passion, only to be scared off at the sight of my tummy holding in, bottom pushing up contraptions. instead i buy lacy and provocative gstrings which i then spend the rest of the day picking out of my behind. oooh i nearly forgot.... Pen ends chewed while composing this - 2 (better than yesterday. altho beginning to wonder if taking up smoking is healtier). glasses of pinot grigio so far - 3 (really shouldn't do afternoon drinking, goes straight to head, prompting inadvertent ramblings) dairylea dunkers 4 (strangely addictive. they're better than sex. which is just as well as haven't had it in a while. surely all that calcium is good, ja ?) weight - hopefully around the 9st mark but i doubt it. won't know for sure until buy new scales. (broke last ones in fit of rage after they tipped the 10 stone). hmmph, this is rather long isn't it ? i blame the vino Cx
Gill, London Here goes….. I wear big knickers but save genuinely tiny ones for special occasions I always pull when I have wolf man legs and haven't had time to shave I did have a bottom the size of Brazil , now maybe San Paulo Only attract f***wits, megalomaniacs and married men Chardonnay figures quite a lot in my life I'm afraid Walk across Chelsea Bridge every day and have had numerous white van men shout ‘Oy Bridget!' to the amusement of others My work colleague's husband thought I looked so much like Bridget that he couldn't get his head around my real name and kept calling me Bridget by mistake. Good luck with your quest but I am afraid that I think I may be your girl……. Gilly
Karen, London I've heard the expression keeping up with the Jones's but this website takes it to the max. I guess I'm the kerzillienth woman to email since your article on the evening standard today. To say I felt compelled to write is a slight overstatement but I do find this whole premise on which your website is based quite fascinating – so I'm sitting at home, guzzling a couple of glasses of nerve Cliquet - and decided to drop you a line or two(many) Though my champagne lifestyle is definitely on lemonade money. Personally, I'd like to consider myself ‘Bridget – The Next Generation' -after all times have moved since her debut – but there are still those anxieties that never go out of style. And by that definition I'm a fashion goddess. Fiesty and frisky and fore-eyed - Forget girl power and burning of the bra –I could keep this bonfire alight all night with my ubiquitous granny pants alone – and ‘alone' for the record is the operative word I would be if anyone saw them... Until December I can say hand on heart I'm thirty four - although on a good day when the glass is half full I think of myself as Thirty Faux –and on a bad day when the glass is half empty it often feels like my age is Thirty Faux pas ! So, 34, often guilty of dwelling on the problem rather than finding the solution - I'm over analytical, to the point that I can guarantee I would have read and re-read this email at least 20 times before I will press send. I work in property – I don't mean the glamorous 'ceiling' side of it – I am very much 'basement' fodder and am currently undertaking every little girls dream and working as a receptionist in Piccadilly. I never knew what happiness was until I started working there… then it was too late. Love life? –what love life – went AWOL a while back – I have considered writing a blog myself and titling it Beau Toxic - digressing, I actually don't advocate botox –I want my future partner to know I'm annoyed – and anyhoo the only injection that ever kept me young was the non vegetarian kind! Ooops sorry I was a seventies child and was brought up on rusks and carry on films …….. Clearly only grew out of the rusks. But try not to take me the wrong way ……..quite yet…..(sorry !) I'm not an enthusiastic participant of the ‘sack' race - my mother used to say that a woman may sleep with a man once out of desperation and a thousand times out of passion – but twice – Never.!! I'm clearly missing the passion but not the point. But i'm not a compkete sad ol loon - I do have platonic male friends but on a romantic sense I guess I'm not so good at sealing the deal and it often feels like I make as much impression on the opposite sex as my hand would if I pressed it into set concrete. I know you said that you are looking for a bridget with a cat - but let me tell you something you may not know about the 21st Bridget - when she reaches the big 3 0 ., she hits a crossroads , and there is a always a choice that she must make - a choice will signify the path their life will go Mine was buy a cat or a humungus wine rack... I chose the latter after all I already have one cat that needs feeding..... again, apologies! I'll sign off with the knowledge that one of the oldest urban rumours is now finally proven defunct … There are indeed copious amounts of women who like a BJ… : ) Karen
Candace, London (this one is from a TV presenter - no not Natasha Kaplinski!) Hello,
Andy, London 3 Oct 2005 Very, very strange. I am starting to wonder if your need for a BJ-figure is driven by a gradual erosion of your standards! Maybe your subconcious is telling you to Trade-Up gradually, thus guaranteeing a "female best friend" as a final fallback date in case of emergency (family does, dinner parties etc etc). A friend of mine was always on the look out for a BJ-type figure at the start of the evening in a club. A polite, but not particularly attractive girl. The sort that had "dependable" written all over her face. He would arrange to meet her outside the club at closing time. He'd then spend the rest of the evening chasing gradually more attractive girls, arranging for each in turn to be outside the club 5 minutes earlier than the previous girl. At the end of the night, he would simply stand outside and with inexorable logic, the most attractive of the girls who was interested in him would come out first and he would take her home!!
Belinda, London 29 Sept 11.38 Hei, Sorry that I have been really tardy in replying - super busy at work .... tra la la ! I live and work in Belgravia. I am a derivatives lawyer (you know what a derivative is???) and have this global position which is weird because I feel like a 5 year old most days of the week. I just think this whole idea of yours is so funny and all the women at work think you are cute btw! I was born in Australia and grew up in Asia-Pacific and Europe ...... Tell me - how many replies have you had to date? Belinda x 29 Sept 17.42 Hei Gareth, I hope you do not mind but I do not want to be considered for Bridget anymore. Just looked at your site after reading the thread on ASW and in particular the 'Pick a Bridget' section. I really do not want to be listed on that 'Pick a Bridget'. Apologies but I am just not the "Big Brother" type, if you know what I mean. I hope you understand and respect my feelings. Best wishes, Belinda
Delphine, France 2 Oct 2005 HILARIOUS, absolutely hilarious!!! I wish I was English (can't believe I'm saying that!) and I could be THE Bridget... Bugger! Keep on the good work!! xx Delphine 3 Oct 2005 Me again, sorry... I have seen your thread on XXX and I'm glad to hear that there will be a new 'International Bridget' page, great for all of us out there that are not in London (why, oh why, did I leave? I'm not even drinking the same I used to drink... Soooooooo depressing it is!). My pic on XXX is not very "XXX standards" (how on earth can they be all so beautiful, have so long legs AND so great looking boobs?!?) but hey, do I care? And in a way, it's also very Bridget's style! Hope to read more of your diary! xx Delph
Sophie, Aberystwyth 20 Sept 2005 hello ! 23 Sept 2005 Hello !
Elaine hi love your site! this has to be a wind up though? E
Andrew, 28, London If you want a real life Bridget Jones, just head for any Corney & Barrow on a Thurs/Fri evening - full of 'em! - desperate 30 something's quaffing red wine, smoking fags and trying to look younger than their years ;o)
Louise, 26, London Pure genius xxxxx
Nina, London Hi Gareth,
Emma, London [I'm like Bridget] Because I am a huge wine consumer, I have been known to fall out of various vehicles and.................god, I can't believe I am telling you this, but I did have a pair of Granny pants, which DID (horror of horrors) come from my grandmother and were knows as a "step in girdle"!!!!!!!!! They were perfect for holding your tummy in under that little black dress.....anyhow, my ex was horrified by them and binned them the moment he found them. Unike BJ though, I am a very good cook and don't smoke but also do record my weight in my diary every week!
Gabriele, Germany i have a grilfriend, very much a fashionvicitm, and whenever she is mad at herself, she punishes herself by wearing old underwear and as the topping the sturdy shoes of her mentally handicapped niece.
Charlotte, London Genius... a man who actually wants to date women who are body/career/man obsessed- that is actually 99% of us. I have several girlfriends I could suggest but bit younger than 28...
KEEP 'EM COMING, AND I WANT TO HEAR FROM GUYS WHO HAVE DATED BRIDGETS...
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