Earlier this afternoon, I was having yet another awesome conversation with one of my good friends. (Nothing in particular made the conversation “awesome” — just that she’s an awesome friend, and thus makes conversations with her just as good. It’s like that with many of my close friends.)

We were talking about many things, including what it feels like to be a parent. She’s a mom of a 9-year-old girl. I, myself, well … I’m not sure if I even want to have kids at all. I’m open to it, but feel no real emotional need or desire either.

“That could be just because you haven’t found The One yet,” she said. Maybe, once I met that special girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with, I’d feel differently about starting and raising a family.

Maybe.

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