You can get married at fifty with nothing, but you do want to be careful.
Ideally, both should happen simultaneously, but I suspect I missed the boat.
I'm sixty-five, and I am no longer allowed crushes at my age.
I've had my bouts of insomnia, and I think I'd rather take my chances with the nightmares.
One can always hope.
That's six weeks. Go ahead and give him a smooch.
(Unless he's 30, in which case I never saw this.)
Fried chicken, when I can get it, which isn't often enough.
You're young; you'll adjust. I was 23 before anyone answered the call, so to speak.
Were it the guys who got pregnant, there'd be handy Abortion Kits in every 7-Eleven store, right next to the Slim Jims.
As long as I don't have to be the first person to come back.