The other night someone asked if I’m having an affair and I replied in astonishment Here, in Cambridge? With who exactly?
In a word: ick!
Why do so many people insinuate that would be the best solution for my perpetual boredom with this town? Just because I pontificate about health education does not mean I’m looking for a hookup, and very specifically not with a drab academic. I don’t even enjoy talking to them for the most part!
Even if there were sexy people around, I do not desire additional encumbrances, and I have never successfully managed to pull off a light-hearted romance. They always want to marry me, and that is tedious.
I think the locals just want me to act up for their own amusement, in the same way Jean expects me to regale his dinner parties with gun stories.
Too bad! I am not a court jester!
The only thing I’m asking Santa for this year is more time to work.