We're expecting some friends to bring their kids over for the evening while they go do what married people do when they have a night out: breathe deep, satisfying sighs of relief.  This conversation occurred in my living room while preparing.
KingofHearts to Dormouse:  "You need to change your clothes before your boyfriend gets here."

Dormouse:  "He's not my boyfriend!  OK, well he's my friend and he's a boy, but it's not like THAT!"

Caterpillar:  "The Dormouse doesn't need a boyfriend."

Dormouse:  "Well, not right now, I don't.  I have too many crazy things going on in my life already."