A Different Sort of Biological Clock

For the last ten years or so, I always assumed that a latent desire to have children would bubble to the surface as I aged. Something about needing someone around to help you feel young or something.

But today, a coworker, her family, and I went out to Pizza Hut (Observing 2-years with our current employer) and the restaurant was also filling up with screechy 8-13 year old girls from the local Middle School (volleyball and soccer teams).

Between events like that, and encounters with other coworkers' children, I think that if I don't knock someone up by the time I'm 35, a vasectomy will seal off this genetic faucet for life.

As another friend once put it: "I love children, but I can never finish a whole one by myself."