A few nights ago, I got "the look" again. The look, that is, that a man gets on his face when he starts to feel the horror of his own impending mortality, upon learning that the woman he's speaking with is divorced, has a child, and is approaching 40.
It's both more tiresome and less amusing than watching a man struggle with a madonna/whore complex. The easiest way to spot that one is when a man says, "You don't look like a mom." Which is not exactly a compliment -- really, think about it -- though probably it's usually intended as one.