When they were dragged over to meet him eventually, they wouldn't flirt or flatter him or express any interest at all.
And when they left they wouldn't slip him their number unless he asked for it, and even then they might demur.
'You have a better chance of being hijacked in a plane than getting married after 40." "You have a better chance of being struck by lightning than getting married after 40." "You have a better chance…" If only I'd had Shane Watson's book to throw at them.
How to Meet a Man After Forty transforms the single fortysomething no-hoper into a woman with the whip handle firmly in her grasp.
As Shane tells it, you're not 40-plus and single because your thighs wobble in leggings or your wrinkles are such that you look like you've pulled net curtains across your face.
You're not being passed over for a twentysomething with legs to here and Jordan-style breasts. This simple statement floored me: it's so obvious and yet I had spent years thinking that my single status had been forced upon me, rather than it being of my own doing entirely.
‘There’s like a real part of me that is Pam and a real part of him that’s Jim and those parts of us were genuinely in love with one another.
In fact, the chemistry mimics the high of addiction.
Your brain chemistry is actually different when you fall in love than all the rest of your life.
Forget the detox that leaves you light-headed and the Botox that renders you zombie-like.
Don't waste money on the sheep's placenta treatment that promises to peel back the passage of time.