By fantaseeboy.     While out to dinner with my mother, I kept getting distracted by a woman sitting at a nearby table, working her way through a bottle of wine. She was sitting all alone, hadn’t ordered any food, and kept glancing between her phone and the door. The woman was near my mother’s age, rather full-figured with a very large bust. Her face was plump and pretty. But at the moment, she looked on the verge of tears.