What does all of this mean?

We hadn't known her that long, then, so I felt the need to talk whenever a strange silent moment occurred between us. I wasn't really used to hanging out with Janine on a one-on-one basis, and the distance between our ages only reminded me that I was getting older and more out of touch with what was going on in pop culture. Not that I really missed pop culture. I did, however, hate feeling old.
"Got a boyfriend?" I asked, drawing her attention away from the sugar cubes long enough for her to make a strange face at me.
"You're interested?" She asked, seriously.
I laughed.
"Jerk," she said. "I'll tell her you asked."
"Go ahead; she's probably curious about you, too."
"Well, I don't," she stated.
"Why not?"
"Life's not all about having boyfriends or girlfriends or being involved. At least," she paused, probably worried that she'd step on my toes about the fact that I was actually quite involved and very much in love. "At least not for me. Besides, I can't see the point of being in love."