I know your type. There’s a voice in the back of your head constantly reminding you that you’re supposed to be married with 2.5 kids and a golden retriever by the time you’re in your mid-thirties. This voice says you’re supposed to date around for a few years before you find the perfect girl and settle down. It says you’re supposed to be in a stable, long-term relationship for a couple years before you get married, and it says you’re supposed to be married for a little while before you start having kids.
This voice in the back of your head (which sounds suspiciously like your mother) has already done the math, and quite frankly, it’s a little disappointed that you didn’t find your future wife during college. Well, guess what, skipper? You need to tell that voice to shut the fuck up, or you’re gonna end up leading a miserable life.