Obviously, I am a married woman.

That’s the whole reason I got this blog writing gig.

And better than that, I am a happily married woman.

But that doesn’t mean that I don’t still window shop.

This comes as a surprise to a lot of my single friends. But seriously, I am only human.

And just because I have been taken off the shelf, doesn’t mean that I don’t still like to browse the merchandise from time to time.

Seriously.

Appreciating another man does not mean I am one step away from jumping into bed with him.

I may occasionally have a “what if …” moment. But it doesn’t mean I’ll act on it.

It’s more of a “what might have been” if I was a single woman.

And I honestly don’t believe there is anything wrong with that.

Sure, there would be a problem if I acted on it. But I do have restraint.

And morals.

And all that other stuff which stops me from becoming a tarty desperate housewife.

Just because you make a commitment to one person, doesn’t mean that you will never feel attraction for another person ever again.

Maybe they have the same qualities as the one you are in love with.

Maybe they are your just your type.

Maybe they just smell nice.

Hell, maybe they look like your favourite movie star.

It doesn’t matter what attracts you to another person, the fact is there is nothing wrong with it.

I mean, I met a man recently and, when we shook hands, the contact sent little shivers up and down my arm.

And to be honest, the hand clasp probably went for a little too long.

He felt it too – I could see it in his eyes.

But then the moment passed.

And I happily went home to Alex.

I have never given any indication to my friends that I am open to male advances, but the moment I share their appreciation for a particularly good-looking specimen, they turn on me in shock.

“But Amy, you are married!”

Which is true.

But I’m not blind.

It’s not as if I am actively scouting the talent either. But sometimes, you just can’t help but notice.

And I know for sure that I’m not actively perving after an incident last summer.

Alex and I had gone to the beach and while he pretended he was a seal, I sat on the sand and read a book.

I happened to glance out into the surf and I saw a particularly good-looking man emerge from the water.

He was just my type – tall, dark and handsome.

And then he looked directly at me and I did a double take.

It was Alex.

Sometimes you get so used to seeing the ones you love, you forget to appreciate what you have right in front of you.

But in that moment, I was taken straight back to when he first walked (well it was more like a swagger) into the café I worked at.

And call it a chemical reaction, an aligning of the stars or whatever, but what hit me then was more than the shivers I still occasionally get from another man.

Which is why I may still notice a gorgeous set of eyes, a charming manner or a cheeky smile.

But I’ll always be going home to Alex.