Here's another spin on spinster-dom, courtesy of being a librarian. If you've read some of my other tales of woe, you know that our library has gone from being a true community resource to being a daycare/day camp for the homeless and the mentally ill. The other woman on my team and I are getting exhausted fielding come ons and suggestive compliments from these guys, some young enough to be our sons, some old enough to be our fathers and a LOT of them on enough anti-psychotic meds for a whole psych ward.
Last week she had just fended off one of our regulars (not physically--they never touch us) and sent him on his way and she just fell back in her chair and said "I would give ANYTHING to receive a compliment from someone who DOESN'T believe ewoks and elves are real."
Having just explained to a very, very pleasant gentleman who is on all sorts of medications for all sorts of disorders and delusions (one of those being a world in which he and I are married) that he and I are, in fact, NOT an item, I kind of had to agree. This guy is getting to be impossible...now he is bringing in his equally delusional friends in the hopes that one of them will say something that will convince me otherwise. Fortunately, he lives with his mother and I can tell from two times I have met her that she doesn't like me. Now there's something a woman doesn't write about her would be suitors every day.