Kinda freaked me out once I thought about it

So I found it passing strange this week when (I believe prompted by a certain not surprising divorce this week that I'm not going to dignify by naming) when the Flow morning show was talking about how short most marriages seem to be nowadays. Someone called in to say that either they or their parents (it was still pre-coffee.. gimmie a break on the details) have been married for 30 years. The hosts just about fell all over themselves praising this couple....

Well, maybe it's the fact that I'm not the product of a broken home (although sometimes my behaviour might be more easily explained if I was....), in fact my parents have been married for almost 38 years (quick math will tell you that dates back to the infamous Summer of '69... which may, in fact, explain some of the scarring), and I guess I find this normal. In fact, almost my entire group of friends from high school and a lot of them from university all have parents who are still together. I don't know how this little anomaly came about, but I have found it strikingly peculiar. And only moreso as time passes.

Anyway, all that said, you'll never guess the comment that I got on Tuesday from the Site Supervisor for the GC on my project.... pretty much completely out of the blue, the guy asks if I'm married. I laughed. Actually, pretty hard. Obviously that was a "no"... but it kinda creeped me out once I realized that at my advanced age, that's kind of a valid question.... like, when you think of the number of my contemporaries tying the knot, it's not as unreasonable as I had thought.

And, as usual, I have no idea how I feel about that. Okay, maybe I do a bit. (see title)