Having avoided answering the phone, checking my email, all for naught, Sadie Hawkins Day passed again without a single marriage proposal.
Although, having informed a table celebrating a 20th birthday of the attendant folk customs the feted birthday girl, just turning 20, Great Grandma as it were, suggests that perhaps she should propose marriage to me. How to escape this? "Darling, at 20 you're far, far too young, call me when you're 37 or so...".