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Some women--and men--ARE ready for marriage in their twenties. I've taught THOUSANDS of students, both genders, in their 20 and early 30's. Most WERE ready for marriage but had to deal with jobs, family, money, a place to live and other basic stuff like that. "Emotionally bonded"? That's very nice DESPERATE male gobble-de-gook for "I want to marry a YOUNG woman in her twenties but I don't want ANYONE to think it's because I'm horny for young women in their twenties."

I got married to my wife when we were in our 20's. I was 6 months older than her. That was 30 years ago.

We got an apartment, had a couple of kids, eventually we had enough to own a house. And we've been together since our youth.

My daughter is getting married in her mid 20's to a wonderful guy, who's four years older.

From the 1890's to the 1980's, the median age of first marriage for women stayed steady at about 22. Lately it has creeped up to 26. I think 22-25 is a good age to get married. What's your idea of a good age for a first marriage? 40?

I got married to my wife when we were in our 20's. I was 6 months older than her. That was 30 years ago.
We got an apartment, had a couple of kids, eventually we had enough to own a house. And we've been together since our youth.
My daughter is getting married in her mid 20's to a wonderful guy, who's four years older.

I got married at 29. My sister introduced me to my husband. They worked together at our state utilities company. My husband was 34. He had worked around, not doing much, for a sporting goods company.

There were a lot of doctors and lawyers who patronized that shop. Some of them weren't as nice as they could be. Anyway, my husband thought that he was just as smart as they were and he decided to go back to college at 29 years old.

He worked and lived at a vet's place and had some WONDERFUL stories about them.

One story. The vet had a huge male cat named Omar. Omar would sit on the incoming table and REIGN supreme. Any dog that gave him static he would SWIPE the dog's muzzle with a resounding ROWRRR! The vet DID have to do some "repair" work because of Omar.

Anyway, my husband's job at night and on the weekends was to take care of all the animals...give them their food, meds and any extra thing they might need.

Well, there was this HUGE (VERY sweet) Doberman named "Roger" who needed to take his pills. But he wouldn't cooperate. He wanted to PLAY and he had a BLAST wrestling with my husband who was TRYING to get "Roger" to take his pill. My husband was a BIG guy but no match for the huge, playful Doberman.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of wrestling, my husband gave up and said, "Come on, Roger, take your pill." He was holding out the pill for Roger to see.
Roger looked at the pill and LAPPED it up immediately! Case closed!

My husband graduated from the university at 34 years old and eight months later we were married.

My husband passed away in 2010 of lung cancer. He had stopped smoking in 1992 but, apparently, it was too late.
I sure miss him, even after three and a half years.