good god...
when i was 27..
i had my own car. it was crap, but i loved driving it. i lived in a shared house, with a top mate..
my 27th birthday was an unrelenting tide of joy, i partied hearty with my friends, we shared booze, food, stories, we laughed and laughed and talked into the small hours - i was surrounded by beautiful, charming men. men who wanted to talk to me.
when off work, i could go anywhere, do anything so long as money allowed...i really wish this time could have lasted longer...but i was pregnant by the end being 28. i don't regret that, but still...
i may now be a boring housewife who normally attends the kind of parties where children have fun, and adults wait.Totally invisible. That kind of moment is gone, and gone forever, but at least i have a bloke who is happy to be boring with me, eat the same food, takes equal responsibility for the finances etc.. i don't worry about phone calls from creditors.
your man is never going to do this. he isn't going to be Mr Right. But you don't need Mr Right in the here and now......
you need to be enjoying being 27! and there are much more fun ways to encounter Mr Wrong than having him grouch at you whilst eating like a Mr Man.
that life - that happy independent you - that could be a really short time away. if you get pregnant by this man he will leave you (too 'boring') or you will kick him out when he bankrupts you, or drives you to distraction by being the other child in the house.