Where’s the scale?

One of my best friends is getting married in a few months and I have to admit that I’m a little jealous. It is quite exciting to think about, you know, a wife, family, kids, bill payments, the first time your kid holds your thumb, getting a babysitter, theme parks and diapers. But if there’s a scale on maturity-level to get married, lets say a scale from 1 to 10, I am not on that scale. Like, the scale is in the kitchen and I’m at the grocery store.