The most noticeable side effect of me being single for a prolonged period of time, is that I've become relatively vain. Not narcissistically so perhaps, but I've become much more concerned about my appearance of late.
Bruce, barber extrordinaire, no longer touches my hair. Granted, it's a bit longer than it used to be. For one, I actually need to brush it from time to time. That was a weird discovery for me. In the car, roaming Florida with the windows down, I got tangles. At any rate, I now have a perky girl do strange and mystical things to my head which I don't comprehend. The end result is that I have the vague impression that my hair looks reasonably nice. The privilege for which, I shell out a bit more for a haircut than I used to.