You know the feeling, it's like when you date someone for a while. You (finally) get the nerve to introduce him to your friends & eventually your family. You are a couple and the entire planet knows it! Then you wake up one day and it's over. And as if it's not bad enough that you have to live through it, but now you have to endure all the questions about that guy, break the news to Grandma Bertha, Aunt Margie and the milkman and still hold your head high walking down the street alone. This is why I prefer you not know...not at least until there's a need to pick out the china.
So yes, there may be some action on this end of the block but for now I'm holding it close!
It was just a metaphor, there is no guy.