seems a far easier option than giving up chocolate.
I mean, this could open up a whole new life for me, a new life that doesn’t care about looks, about weight, about expanses of flesh.
Or perhaps I should say, doesn’t know, because I’m not stupid, if I had described myself accurately to Todd, he would have been off faster than you can say megabyte.
But I really can be anyone I want on the Internet. After all, who could ever find out? What harm could there be? And, let’s face it, p. 50 up until now the only fun thing in my life has been fantasizing first about being thin, and then about Ben Williams, but even those fantasies have been so tame that they’re hardly worth repeating.
Are we interested? Okay, let’s take a peek into Jemima’s daydreams. When Jemima Jones goes to bed and closes her eyes, this is what she sees: she sees herself struck down with gastroenteritis, a bad bout, not so bad as to be seriously threatening, but bad enough for her to lose huge amounts of weight.
She sees herself decked out in little suits, tight fitted jackets, short skirts just skimming her thighs. She sees herself bumping into Ben Williams, who has by now left the Kilburn Herald, as in fact has she.
She sees herself going up to Ben at a crowded party, and saying hi, with a cool look in her eyes and a casual flick of her now blond hair. She sees Ben’s eyes widen in shock, replaced seconds later by admiration, respect, lust. She sees Ben driving her home, and coming in for coffee. She sees her roommates fall over themselves trying to flirt with him, but she sees that Ben only has eyes for her.
She sees Ben moving closer towards where she sits on the sofa, unable, even for a moment, to take his eyes off her face. She sees his mouth in close-up detail, as he bends forward to kiss her. When they have kissed, and, incidentally, it is a kiss that instantly propels her up to a cloud, Ben looks in her eyes and says, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Ridiculous, isn’t it, but Jemima Jones never gets beyond that first kiss and the declaration of love. Occasionally the kiss takes place elsewhere, sometimes at the party, sometimes in the car, sometimes on the street, but his words are always the same, and, as far as Jemima’s concerned, those words are the beginning of her happy ever after.
So I think we all agree that right now, at this stage in her life, Jemima Jones deserves a bit of fun.
p. 51 The first step in my new life is to stop at the bookshop on the way home from work. Actually it’s not really on my way home, it involves a massive detour to Hampstead, but, despite this being a break from my daily routine, I’m beginning to realize that my life is changing, and by the looks of things so far it would appear to be getting infinitely better.
The evidence? Well, as far as I can see, seven important, life-changing things have happened. First, I went on a course to learn the basics about the Internet. Second, after the course I went for a drink, I actually went out for a drink, and, not only that, the drink lasted all evening. This, as far as I’m concerned, is the definite beginning of a social life. Third, it wasn’t just any old drink, it was a drink with Geraldine and Ben Williams. Geraldine, with whom I had never, until that drink, socialized after work, and Ben, about whom I fantasize every night. Fourth, I was actually able to relax in Ben’s company! I wasn’t the tongue-tied teenager he occasionally joins for lunch in the canteen, I was almost, almost, myself. Fifth, I had a good time. No, forget that, I had a great time! Sixth, Ben joined me on the Internet today, and yes I was embarrassed by the sex, but more importantly I showed Ben I have a sense of humor, at least I hope I did. Seventh, I haven’t had any chocolate for two whole weeks.
Is it any wonder that Jemima Jones feels that life is taking a
I mean, this could open up a whole new life for me, a new life that doesn’t care about looks, about weight, about expanses of flesh.
Or perhaps I should say, doesn’t know, because I’m not stupid, if I had described myself accurately to Todd, he would have been off faster than you can say megabyte.
But I really can be anyone I want on the Internet. After all, who could ever find out? What harm could there be? And, let’s face it, p. 50 up until now the only fun thing in my life has been fantasizing first about being thin, and then about Ben Williams, but even those fantasies have been so tame that they’re hardly worth repeating.
Are we interested? Okay, let’s take a peek into Jemima’s daydreams. When Jemima Jones goes to bed and closes her eyes, this is what she sees: she sees herself struck down with gastroenteritis, a bad bout, not so bad as to be seriously threatening, but bad enough for her to lose huge amounts of weight.
She sees herself decked out in little suits, tight fitted jackets, short skirts just skimming her thighs. She sees herself bumping into Ben Williams, who has by now left the Kilburn Herald, as in fact has she.
She sees herself going up to Ben at a crowded party, and saying hi, with a cool look in her eyes and a casual flick of her now blond hair. She sees Ben’s eyes widen in shock, replaced seconds later by admiration, respect, lust. She sees Ben driving her home, and coming in for coffee. She sees her roommates fall over themselves trying to flirt with him, but she sees that Ben only has eyes for her.
She sees Ben moving closer towards where she sits on the sofa, unable, even for a moment, to take his eyes off her face. She sees his mouth in close-up detail, as he bends forward to kiss her. When they have kissed, and, incidentally, it is a kiss that instantly propels her up to a cloud, Ben looks in her eyes and says, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Ridiculous, isn’t it, but Jemima Jones never gets beyond that first kiss and the declaration of love. Occasionally the kiss takes place elsewhere, sometimes at the party, sometimes in the car, sometimes on the street, but his words are always the same, and, as far as Jemima’s concerned, those words are the beginning of her happy ever after.
So I think we all agree that right now, at this stage in her life, Jemima Jones deserves a bit of fun.
p. 51 The first step in my new life is to stop at the bookshop on the way home from work. Actually it’s not really on my way home, it involves a massive detour to Hampstead, but, despite this being a break from my daily routine, I’m beginning to realize that my life is changing, and by the looks of things so far it would appear to be getting infinitely better.
The evidence? Well, as far as I can see, seven important, life-changing things have happened. First, I went on a course to learn the basics about the Internet. Second, after the course I went for a drink, I actually went out for a drink, and, not only that, the drink lasted all evening. This, as far as I’m concerned, is the definite beginning of a social life. Third, it wasn’t just any old drink, it was a drink with Geraldine and Ben Williams. Geraldine, with whom I had never, until that drink, socialized after work, and Ben, about whom I fantasize every night. Fourth, I was actually able to relax in Ben’s company! I wasn’t the tongue-tied teenager he occasionally joins for lunch in the canteen, I was almost, almost, myself. Fifth, I had a good time. No, forget that, I had a great time! Sixth, Ben joined me on the Internet today, and yes I was embarrassed by the sex, but more importantly I showed Ben I have a sense of humor, at least I hope I did. Seventh, I haven’t had any chocolate for two whole weeks.
Is it any wonder that Jemima Jones feels that life is taking a
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