Right now he should be somewhere between "Hello, mom? Thank you for meddling" and "Hello, mom? Why on earth are you doing this? There's no way she'd be okay with me. Have I wronged you? Is this to watch me get roasted alive by her?"
The sirens' song of perpetual adolescence seduces many men to the dead-end of endless pornography and videogames, never knowing the joy of marriage and family. They tell themselves sweet-lies, yet if they only knew...
