The day I get married it will rain fire from the sky, the oceans will engulf the land, and locusts will plague man. Basically it would have to be the end of the world before I get married. I like my house, my cars, my antique collection, and my bank accounts way too much to give half to some wonderful woman who 99% of the time comes into the relationship broke, bitter, and bullshit.
Yeah, I know I'm a bad guy...but I can count on less then one hand the number of happily married couples I know. Most are either getting a divorce or just waiting for the other to drop dead.