““I think I missed my window," he said. "What window?" "My get-a-life window. I think I was supposed to figure all this stuff out somewhere between twenty-two and twenty-six, and now it's too late." "It's not too late," she said. "You're getting a life. You've got a job, you're saving up to move out. You're meeting people. You went to a bar..." "And that was a disaster. Actually, everything has been a disaster since I quit school." "You didn't quit school," she said. He could hear her rolling her eyes. "You finished your master's degree. Another master's degree." "Everything has been a disaster since I decided my life as it was wasn't good enough." "It WASN'T good enough," she said. "It was good enough for me." "Then why have you been trying so hard to change it?””
