All right. Let’s make this clear. If you’re done getting married, bearing kids, getting degrees, etc etc, we can be friends again. My bank account needs some rest after so much exercise. My party shoes need some mending. My silly Minnie Mouse dresses are over. I can’t bear any more piano bar tunes. I sincerely abhor the sight of lace and finery. I’ve had so much silly conversation that it can suffice for my whole life (“And when are you getting married?” “Isn’t her dress wonderful?” “I felt so moved”). Stop it people!
My twopence of cynicism for today.