Well, then. I see.

One of the younger girls at church today, on discovering how old I am, promptly informed me that I need to find a husband. She then went on to tell me that she knows exactly how to go about it.

According to her, what I should do is this: find a guy, trip over him, say that I broke my ankle, and then... he'll ask me to marry him. She knows that this works, because she saw it in a movie. She also offered to give me a list of guys I could try it with, if I need some ideas.

Apparently I've been really over-complicating things, all these years.