Ex Husbands Are Still Men

So my ex left me for some young thing with perfect skin and a laugh like wind chimes. Me? I'm thirty-five with bags under my eyes from too many shifts. Anyway, the other night, after closing up at work, I headed to the park alone, nursing a bottle of wine in hand. Then there he is, out on a date with his new gal. He spots me and walks over, wanting to chat like nothing happened. Couldn't help but notice she wasn’t looking too happy with him either. We talked for a bit, small talk mostly. I left early, thinking about the old days, wondering if anything could ever be the same again. Then as I was heading home, ran into a guy from high school who's been divorced himself. Turns out he's still got it going on down at the local sports bar. Made me think...