We men have it so easy. All we have to do is convince the prettiest girl that we can, to have pity on us.
Look at what they have to choose from.
In Mrs. Scoutmaster's case, it was (truthfully, here) more along the lines of her mumbling something about not worrying about having any uneventful days for the rest of her life. She may have had some uneventful days, but many.
I don't know that she looks forward to eventful days with as much vigor as in her earlier years, though, poor girl.