"Aaaww, SP, wipe away your tears, my advice to you is be yourself, don't worry about perfect breasts, a real man will love you for your mind and what's inside your heart. We superior gentlemen prefer a smart gal to a sexy gal any day." Mr Costume Jim said as I slid into the comforting leather seats of a waiting yellow cab.

"Yeah right, just because your girlfriend is a clinical pyschologist and a size 2. But thanks for the words of wisdom, they are a real comfort and make me feel great."

I sobbed into the leather seats ignoring the Haitian taxi driver's protests. "Madame, you crazy, use hanky please."