Given the last few weddings were remarkably uneventful in terms of personal questions, I figured I had passed the stage wherein everyone inquires as to your marital status.
The last wedding indicates it might not be so . . .
Are you married? Did you ever get married? When’s it going to be your turn? (I’ve not heard that one for a good decade) Why aren’t you married–what’s the matter with you? (admittedly, I only heard that one once and it took all I my willpower not to sucker punch the fellow–which really, if you think about it it, would have been something, because I could have made myself feel better and answered his question all at once).
Needless to say, with so many versions of the question, No, seems so pallid.
I need to up my game.
I’m considering donning a ring . . .
Then, when people inquire, I’ll tell them I did indeed get married. And when they ask about him, I’ll respond all mysterious-like. He’s undercover. I can’t really talk about it . . . and go on eating my cake, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Of course, I could forgo the ring and say something completely scandalous like, Yes, I’m married; but I like to leave the ring at home, in case I find someone I like better.
OK, rewind. I feel smarmy even joking about that. So you’ve got to offer more suggestions; after all, a girl’s gotta have options . . .