Am very huffy with Jack, he is insisting on coming on proper date with Paul. He’s acting like it’s not a date and is JUST drinks! Bloody smart-ass.

“Date? What gave you that idea?” He laughed
“This is not high school Jack he doesn’t have to say ‘Oooh Sara will you come on a date with me?”
“Ok then, but why ask me on ‘the date’?”
“He was only being polite – he doesn’t really want YOU there ”
“Well he can tell me himself then can’t he?” he said, all cocky and English.

Am now wondering if it’s possible to LOCK shithead in bathroom for entirety of date?

Anyway, had successful shopping day and found fabulous red spaghetti-strap dress with Latin dancing theme – will look like spicy Cha Cha dancer (except cannot Cha Cha). Once I have the miracle bra, I will be desirable, busty dance partner. Can’t wait for my miracle bra and the new me!