‘That’s right. Only now it looks like I’m going in thesereally nice jeansand with a woman with a bad attitude.’ They glare at each other as the reality of more time together sinks in.
‘I don’t have a bad attitude,’ Violet whips her bob away from her shoulders.
‘Please,’ says Dave. ‘I have a car waiting outside. Do you want a ride?’
Me and Bronze Boobs are agog.Whatis happening here?
‘Fine,’ says Violet. ‘Tell your driver that the car temperature will need to be an ambient 19 degrees.’
‘Listen princess, you’ll travel at my temperature or you won’t travel at all.’
Violet considers her options. Then she turns to me and says, ‘Tell Pringle I’ll see her there.’ With that, she picks up her clutch and motions for Dave to lead the way. I turn to watch them leave, the paps already shuffling for prime position when they spot Violet Huntington exiting with a famous photographer. Right before they reach the door, Dave taps her on the arse and says, ‘You are flames tonight.’ And just as I’m sweeping my jaw up off the floor, I swear I hear her giggle.
I’m really sorry about the other night. I hope it didn’t upset you. I think that we need to deal with this properly, no distractions. I’m dog-sitting for my parents this weekend, do you want to come? Ben
I think I’m going to be sick. A whole weekend? I’ve been on a lot of dates recently but none of them has lasted a whole weekend! Thierry, Arnie, Alessandro, Ralph, Charlie,Harry and now. . . Ben? My best friend Ben? I count the dates off on my fingers and realisation hits that my next date will be number seven. Lucky number seven. Seven dates to find The One.
Oh. Hell.
