WHENEVER MARRIED PEOPLE FIND OUT I'M 51 AND SINGLE

Whenever married people find out I'm 51 and single Single at 51 They ask me the strangest fucking question It usually happens at a dinner party They look at me and go, "You're not married?" No no kids No kids Nope. So And that so lasts about eight fucking seconds So what do you do? What do I do? What do you do? What do you do? I wake up, I work. I eat dinner. I have friends. Sometimes I even go outside unsupervised. But they're not really asking what I do. They're asking what my life is made of without the milestones. They recognize, I think they imagine I go home, pick up my Persian cat, stare out the window and whisper, "Another day survived, old friend, bro." I'm not sitting in an empty apartment waiting for my real life to begin. This is my real life. I'm 51. I'm single. I have a Persian cat. And I'm having a fucking fantastic time. So what do I do? Whatever the fuck I want.