I didn't marry till I was 27. Been married 20, kid is 15. They went to Paris together for two weeks, just got back last Wednesday. The first night I though I was gonna go crazy. By the last night I was pretty much into my routine. On balance I reckon a fellar ought to be able to be happy all by himself, and if so it makes a marriage all that much sweeter, especially if his spouse is similar. If fate put me in that spot, unlikely as it is, I'd be fine without my family. But I'd not trade them for nothing, including life itself, if such were offered.