The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

If one good thing came out of dinner at Bing’s the other day

-- and I’m not convinced that anything did --

it’s that I can say with authority that Bing is definitely into my sister.

And not in a creepy stalker way, either.

I know, I kind of pre-judged the guy, right?

But I have to admit, he is a nice, sensitive guy.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and Bing Lee just charmed the pants off everybody.

Not literally.

That Bing? Man, one cool customer.

Even my mother trying to invite herself in didn’t phase him.

Oh, Mr. Lee, you remember us from the wedding.

We were so delighted to receive your invitation.

She does that all the time, barges in like she’s invited.

Mostly, people feel so awkward about telling her "no" that they just let her.

She did that at the White House during my Model UN field trip.

We had Diet Coke with the Bush twins. Actually, kind of amazing.

Though scary, from a national security standpoint.

And I’m still not sure why my Model UN class was

on a field trip to Washington DC in the first place.

Anyway, where the Secret Service faltered, Bing Lee didn’t miss a beat.

Oh, it is so nice of you and Lydia to come drop off Jane and Lizzie.

And then, I’m not sure how he did it, but suddenly Mom was out the door,

having invited Bing and Caroline, oh, and Darcy, ugh, over to visit our house,

which meant she couldn’t stay around his house

because she had to go home and have a good panic.

It was amazing.