But that's a bit like saying "If that fit bird that all the lads in the bar were dead jealous of me for chatting up suddenly decides to fuck off with the reet rich posh bastard with the flashy motor outside, then fuck it, let him kick her back doors in. She's probably a right shite shag anyhow".
If you think about it, that's the sort of attitude that landed you with Mrs Bimpy.