Ping!
I’m 54 years old and I’m on Plan C.
Plan A: High School sweethearts. Marry when ready. Raise 2.5 kids. Live happily ever after.
Plan B: (after Plan A fails miserably). Meet someone in your 30s, possibly with kids of their own. Fall in love. Marry. Raise 1 or 2 kids. Live happily ever after.
Plan C: (after Plans A & B crap out) “Everybody else can starve. Me and my dog never will.”
Personally I never dabbled in Plans A or B. I went directly to Plan C after witnessing the aftermath of Plans A and B on some of my friends.