Was just in Tescos buying groceries, and was queueing behind an unbelievably gorgeous woman. Really slim. Tanned. Wearing hipster jeans and an extremely short, white, cropped top. She had a flat stomach, it wasn't even gently rounded.
It's not often I'm jealous - I'm mostly grateful for the blessings I have (loving family, remnants of a career, talent when I acknowledge it) - but I couldn't help staring. How would my life be if I had her figure?
When she'd gone, the guy on the checkout started ringing up my purchases. He smiled at me, and said:
"She's gone to buy a T-shirt."
I obviously looked surprised.
"Just kidding. But she's skinny, though."
And we got into a conversation where I discovered that he thought she was too skinny, even though I maintained that she was very attractive. He looked appreciatively at me, in all my fresh-faced (I'd just come from the gym) womanly, ample-cleavage-ness and said:
"Naaah. too skinny. I prefer a real woman."
So that's a lesson for me, then.
Can't chat, got a bunch of women I was at college with coming round for low calorie dips and wine. I know, I live on the edge.