It is not surprising considering where I live that one of the first questions I am always asked is, “You must love fishing.”
Okay, that’s a bit more of a statement, but there’s usually a little inflection at the end that reveals an inquisitive intent.
It’s also a bit of an assumption—a gender-based one, at that— because nobody assumes, or asks if, my wife loves fishing. She does, by the by, b’y.
So, maybe it’s not about where I live, maybe it’s because I am a man.