pimping her brothers to the 'bitches all the time!
Well, just Portland!Brother. Boston!Brother (now NYC!Brother) is happily married, and he and his husband are meeting with the co-op board for the place they want to buy either today or tomorrow. Between marriage to the sweetest, cutest guy on the planet, incipient NYC home ownership, working at the same place as Keith Olbermann, and just having had his own office moved to Rockefeller Plaza (walking distance from the new home if the co-op board approves him), he's pretty near thoroughly and permanently blissed-out and unlikely to be available for sister-pimpage anytime this century.
Eleven years later, and we have a hard time having a conversation of more than two minutes on the phone if I don't do all the talking.
Yes. This. And even when you know it's just that person's nature, that you yourself are not doing anything strange and off-putting, it's still frustrating. This is the partner of someone you've known and loved (and, probably, occasionally bitten, punched and practically killed) since birth, and you're nearly strangers.