“I’m actually getting married,” I say. That strikes the older man silent for a few beats. “Married?” “Yup.” “But when I look up bachelor in the dictionary, your photo is there.” “Ha-ha.” I enunciate the words sarcastically. “I’m not that bad. I just… enjoy my solitude.” “You’re right. Maybe it’s under monk.” I grumble but don’t respond. “Shit. You’re not joking, are you?” “No.”
