Recently I had the privilige to meet a few of my old flames after a few years.

In their 20's they were fun and happy people, now in their mid 30's they have turned into fat, discontented moaners.

Complaining about their lives, husbands, children and especially about money. Critizising everything and generally not being nice people.

What I found amusing was them covertly "attacking" me for choosing to remain single...

And I could just think to myself, their poor husbands. While I enjoyed catching up, each time I came away with the feeling that I dodged a bullet by not committing to them.