Dear Diary,
Oh my word! Such a disastrous dinner date last night with Gerard. I should have suspected something fishy, since he had already cancelled our date twice! Still, I agreed to meet him after all, especially as I was so looking forward to seeing him again.
Monsieur Gerard was positively dazzled when I arrived wearing the glamorous Dotty Polka Dot Dress and a super pair of killer heels. His restaurant in Chelsea
With just a click of his fingers a troupe of waiters advanced in military fashion, to pour red wine and deliver pretty plates of tasty haute cuisine. Oh my, and they were so delightfully neat and tidy to eat! Gerard and I were having such a ball; I noticed that my wine glass was frequently topped up.
Suddenly a very fashionable, yet remarkably distressed young lady burst into the restaurant shouting and screaming in fluent French. It soon became obvious that the object of her fury was none other than my date! Gerard tried to calm her, but was promptly slapped repeatedly about the face. A woman scorned can only represent such an appalling display of hysteria. My theory was confirmed when an expertly thrown glass of red wine labelled me as the ‘other’ woman. My beautiful polka dot dress was ruined, along with my association with Gerard. I maintained my composure and left the restaurant with my head held high. What a disgrace! I will most definitely send my laundry bill to The Laughing Prawn!
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