I want it all... fast. I want to be married, I want to live together... and then somewhere around a year or two years, I get freaked out. I freak out emotionally and then I actually feel like 'Oh my God, who's this stranger in my house?'
Fast is fine, but accuracy is everything.
Getting fired is hard.
If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.