Being Bridget

So I LOVE the (edited) movie Bridget Jones's Diary. It is amazing! And it is MY LIFE!

Get this: she is single and SO fun and all of these random, gorgeous men are in love with her!

Okay, I’m still waiting for that last part.

My latest potential love was a DISASTER. I was walking around downtown Provo and saw this darling El Salvadorian restaurant and decided to pick up some pupusas. While I was waiting in line, this random semi-attractive man approached me and we began chatting. He asked for my number, and the next week he called and we decided to meet up for lunch.

He was less good-looking than I’d remembered, but he was fun and easy to talk to, and he mentioned a few times our going out dancing or finding better pupusas sometime. Then at the end he mentioned he had daughters.

Daughters?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I tried to pry a little to find out more, and he told me his daughter lived with her mother an hour from here. Then he said “some people find this weird…” and I asked him to give it a shot and he told me that he was still married. When I asked why he was still married to the woman who lived an hour away he said “No! she’s my ex! I’m married to another woman—my life—who I still live with, with my two other daughters.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Well, that about ended the lunch. After expressing my disgust, I took off. On my way out, he asked if we could still go get pupusas sometime.