Oh yeah. I definitely think I want kids at some point.” I was breezily told this by a guy I was on a sort-of date with – a notable statement considering the man was 44 years old and single.
I had been noticing this phenomenon, or something like it, cropping up more and more frequently recently: unattached men blithely expressing their confident expectation that they would, at some vague, undefined point in the future, realise their paternal destiny – despite apparently taking no action to achieve this goal, such as dating with intention, committing to a relationship or creating the sort of life that would be conducive to starting a family. Even better, sometimes they shared the sentiment that they were “still thinking about it”, having come to no firm conclusions on the matter upon entering middle age.
