Too little, too late. The train has left the station after your car wouldn’t start and is accelerating away from you faster than your smug can carry your puny undertrained legs. You used to be cool with a dumb but pretty girlfriend, but now she’s on the disability pension and doesn’t pull her weight. You finally run out of puff and spy a smart and good looking person. Then your heart sinks when you look down at the ring which ties you down, and is too hard to leave. All your friends keep telling you how lucky you are, but is it too much to ask for more than watching AppleTV every night and watching her fall asleep when you ask something of her?
