Married people are really rather odd.

I, being a carefree single person, am constantly beleagured by friends and coworkers on the other side of the line for the finer details of my dating and social life. I don't think it's THAT exciting to be single, to be hit on by inappropriate and sleazy men, constantly scouring the newspaper for the next "IT" event to show up at. Isn't it difficult enough to remember to pick up the kids after daycare, to clean up the living room after the dog meets the sofa pillow's innards, and to C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-E constantly with your ever present mate who is scheduled to part only on death?

Nevermind, I'm going to find a fun and random function to attend, as a fun and random single person.