Questions

I ask questions for a living, but there are definitely days where I feel like I answer questions for a living.
My least favourite question has always been 'So, where are you from?' I try to come up with a short answer, but it inevitably leads to me telling the whole story. Living in rural area where everyone knows everyone, they seem to be fascinated by me as a new person. It always starts with, 'So, are you from here,' I kinda laugh and say no. Sometimes I mention that I moved here from Toronto, which I did. Sometimes I say I'm from Alberta, which I am. The Alberta answer sometimes shuts them up, but normally it leads to 'how on earth did you end up here?' then I have to tell the Toronto part. Sometimes I try to give the abridged version of 'born in B.C., raised in Alberta, spent a couple years in Toronto and now I'm here,' that normally suffices but gets strange looks. I'm sure I'll be explaining where I'm from forever, and it will always drive me crazy.
The latest annoying question is, 'So, are you going back to school, just here for the summer?' No. Then I have to answer questions about the County and how I like it, and how long I'll be here and try to be as polite as I can without saying, I'm here until something better comes along.
These are the questions from strangers that I find annoying. The question I have is why is it, that people I know fairly well repeatedly ask me about boys. Haven't people figured out that if there was a boy, I'd tell you?