I have nigh-on vestigial appendages, I call them "legs". Occasionally, I use them. Today, for example, I went to a neighborhood dance hall. No, before you get excited, I drove there. But once there, I danced much. Several women asked me to dance, I asked several women to dance, there was an awfully cute woman who kept up (and for that matter, put up) with me through "Sing, Sing, Sing".
a) that is one long song.
b) that is a fast song.
She slipped out before I got her phone number. Ah, well.
Appearantly, the crowd that attends this place is a little bit older than me. To the degree that it's OK to ask me "are you divorced?". Maybe in their culture, that's normal smalltalk. But no, never married. In a similar vein was the comment I heard a couple of times over "Oh, my son plays World of Warcraft".
I don't know what to say to that.