On returning to the single life

On returning to the single life

You know that thing when you buy a car, and you see loads of the same make everywhere you go?

It is - I find - exactly the same when you split from a long-term partner.

There are Yummy Mummies EVERYWHERE. And for the first Time, I am allowed to notice them.

Previously:

"Hey wow..."

"Stop staring at her."

"I'm not staring at her. Besides - how do you know? I'm wearing sunglasses."

"Trust me, I know."

Now:

"Hey wow..."

[silence]

Then: "Stop staring at me, you pervert."

Cannot win.