In the last few weeks I've had mildly flirty FB messages from no less than three old flames. Three!!! Never forgot me, what am I up to ... blah blah blah. Now I'll admit I'm bloody gorgeous but never had myself down as the sort of femme fatale that grown men sigh about in quiet moments, reminiscing about the one that got away. Sad reality is that I'm late forties & so are they. They're all getting divorced and lining up replacements aren't they?