On the Precipice of Great Change, The Universe Double-Dumps on Me
So, I put my foot down. Steeled my resolve. Shoved love aside and let rationality rule. Maybe it was my biological clock -- I have always said that I wanted children before I was 30 and it always seemed possible, not because I could go home with pretty much any guy I pleased and have never had trouble finding a man to adore me, whether or not the feeling was mutual, which it either usually wasn't or more often the case, fleeting. Let's assume Sex & the City was right and you get (I believe this... Sign in to see full entry.