My little brother went on a "it wasn't a date, we just hung out" yesterday. He didn't want anyone in the family to know. Some of my brothers enjoy teasing and constantly prodding to know if there have been more dates/what-not.
I laughingly told him, "Luckily, I'm immune to such things."
The thing is, I think it's quite the opposite of 'luckily.'
My little brother doesn't talk about the romantics of his life because he doesn't want to get teased.
I refrain from talking about the romantics of my life because I want to avoid contention.
You know what I would give just to sit down with my mom and talk about my lovesick heart right now?
... dieu que le monde est injuste...