Last year, I went to a book launch in Cardiff. I didn’t know anyone there, but got chatting to a few of the author’s (female) friends. The conversation went like this:
Them: So you work for the publisher then? In London?
Me: Yes, that’s right – I’m an editor.
Them: So you live in London? Do you live with your husband? Or your boyfriend?
Them: Oh, you share a flat with some friends?
Me: No, I live on my own…
Them: You live on your OWN? In LONDON??
Me: Um, yes, I do…
Them: How old are you?
Them: 27! And you’re not married! I don’t mean to be rude, but…you’re not *gay* or anything, are you?