From the amusing conversations I had with the high school guy

[Noting my shirt] "You like Star Wars, huh?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Cool! You'd get along with me and my dad!"

[...]

"You're married? How old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

"Wow, like, I didn't guess, 'cuz you look real young, an' yer not wearin' rings--"

"I take them off sometimes, because...arthritis." (I don't know if it's arthritis or not, but my fingers do get sore when I'm typing while wearing my rings.)

"My mom used to say that. Now they're gettin' divorced!"

[...]

[As we walked into the apartment] "Whoa, you decorated? You really are married."

[...]

"So, when's dinner?"

[...]

"You like wood a lot."

"Huh?"

"You've got lots of wood furniture."

"Er. Yeah."

[...]

"Got any kids yet?"

"No, not yet."

"You seem like you'd be a really good mom."

"I'd like to be."

"Hey, I'm available! I could move in, and just sleep here on the couch..."

[...]

"Are your computers hooked up to each other? If they're connected, you can play games together."

"Yeah, they are."

"I could move in, and just stay in here and play video games all night!"

"That's what my husband does."

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Needless to say, he was an outgoing person :>

Some of you out there might be thinking I got taken for a ride. The thought had crossed my mind. But, you know, the magazine isn't for me. It's a weekly children's magazine for Connor, filled with games and activities :) So I don't really feel bad about getting talked up by a high school guy for however long that was.