Day 10. I made the mistake of trying to leave my house to be sociable. I should have known better. The only social situation I recognize anymore is the Meryton Assembly or the Netherfield Ball. If I’m not talking to Mr. Darcy, who am I talking to? Where is Charlotte with her sage wisdom, or Lizzy with her quick wit?
I have no life. I have only Pride & Prejudice.
What follows is an unfaithful transcript of my Saturday night out with a friend:
Friend: You look cute!
Me: Do these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?
Friend: What are you doing, are you quoting something?
Me: So this is your opinion of me. Thank you for explaining so fully.
Friend: You should give that guy your number.
Me: Me: I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before.
Friend: But he’s cute!
Me: Thoroughly tolerable, I dare say, but not handsome enough to tempt me.
Friend: What are you talking about, he’s handsome.
Me: Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.
Friend: …You’re still quoting something aren’t you?
Friend: Want to finish my dessert?
Me: You are too generous to trifle with me.
Friend: Hm no, I don’t think this is technically a trifle.
Bartender: What’ll it be ladies?
Friend: No thanks, I’ve had enough.
Me: Come on, I’m getting another.
Me: Easily persuaded is she not?
Friend: Ignore her.
Friend: Hey come here.
Me: Has the pig escaped again?
Friend: What? No, I wanted you to see this girl’s outfit.
Me: She looks positively medieval.
Friend: Well now that’s just harsh.
Me: If every man in the room does not end the evening in love with you then I am no judge of beauty.
Friend: Good grief, woman. Your skills in the art of matchmaking are positively occult.
Friend: Bitch, I’ve seen Pride & Prejudice too.
Find the first nine days of my mad marathon here:
And now that it’s over, here’s all the rest: