I’m busy. Yes, very busy. There are roads to run, chowders to cook, and game nights to plan.
The phenomenon described in this rather excellent post (if I say so myself) has not decreased with my advanced age. Rather, it’s been aggravated. I now get frequently greeted by “So what’s doing with you?” which roughly translates to “Any interesting guys lately?”
For the record, O Friends of Mine, I am no more pleased by your singlemindedness now than I was back at the ripe old age of 21. I am a girl of steady tastes. And my taste in conversation has not developed overly much. I still prefer conversation about alpacas over conversation about men. Non-existent men. Or even existent men, who are, quite frankly, none of your business.
Now pardon me, I have to search up an alpaca farm nearby.