Your nine years younger sister asks you if you've met anyone in your tiny home town yet.
You say no.. the only single thing you've met was that dashing young sheep up the valley.
She then proceeds to suggest single guys "just a couple years older than you" (and naming a few of them) who you might be interested in.
"Nope, not interested."
She then starts asking if you didn't meet anyone at the festival a month ago.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I know I don't like it.
Sure, I met someone I might be... interested in. But that's a two-way street and you don't really get to negotiate with a STOP sign..