I was really glad I wasn't one of the older, unmarried grandchildren of the family.
Because, I escaped something that went like this:
His name is Paulina.
Aunt Florian and Aunt Alistair.
And so forth.
For the next two hours.
I froze for a minute when my Grandma turned to me and asked:
Do you have a boyfriend, Janice?
I had to whisper Nope and hope nobody else heard.
Sorry, Paulina, I'm glad you were there to take the brunt of the dating questions and matchmaking.
But I know when you get married, I'm next in line for the interrogation parties.
Um, you like being a bachelor, right?