Agony Aunt

I met a woman at the park. Again. Ten minutes later, she had divulged the following information without the slightest provocation on my part:-

She was South African
She had lived in London for three years and married a Londoner
She misses London
She especially misses Top Shop and Next and charity shops
She had been in Sydney for three months and had experienced trouble renting a house
She had a two year old son
His conception had not been planned
She split up with his father just before he was born
They got back together after she returned to Johannesburg to give birth
She'd had treatment for polycystic ovaries
Her husband was now having "self esteem issues"
She could not deal with them (because she was "dealing with her own shit")
She dislikes her mother-in-law
She had a row with her husband last night
Her son was sick on the sofa throw this morning

And what did she find out about me? Nothing. She didn't ask.

Do I have one of those faces?