I made a quick trip to the store today, feeling the need for ice cream. As I was waiting in line to pay for my purchases, it ocurred to me that I had discovered the definitive heterosexual old maid groceries. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, and cat litter. Like a giant neon sign over my head saying: she has no man but she has a cat.
Of course, this being me, if I had a man I'd probably at least get the chocolate syrup and cat litter.