The last time I fell in love with someone was when I was 18 and in college. It seemed to be a waste of time, resources, and energy, and so I swore to never fall in love again. Now all of my time, resources, and energy are devoted to my family, my creative writing, and my art.  I feel that I am not only very prolific and productive, but that I am rich as well.

The problem after that was that, whenever I was friendly with others, expressed interest in them as characters, or wanted no more than transient flings with them, they seriously thought that I was in love with them and expected so much more from me.