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The Big "C" question

Don't worry lovlies I don't have cancer. What I mean by the Big "C" is the question of children. How do you decide whether or not to get involved with someone who has them? I've been of a very strong firm stance for many years, the answer is no. 

The reason being is that I'm in my mid-twenties and I believed it to be a sign of irresponsibility and gross negligence;I have to say most of the guys my age who have children aren't exactly nominees for Father of the year. This being said I've learned some new found lessons while I'm forced into public transportation(waiting to buy a new car, long story) I see this guy on the bus every morning on my way to work. I tote my designer bag and overpriced shoes and jumbo sized gourmet coffee with me everywhere, these are completely selfish and pretty much useless vices when you come to think of it. This guy proudly carries around his daughters Dora the Explorer stroller, lunch box and backpack. He takes her to school everyday, laughs with her, tells her to be good and wipes her runny nose. This is what a Dad should be.

So why do I still feel a polite repulsion to dating guys with kids? Am I really just a closet Cruella Deville? I had this private fight with myself while watching them morning, part of me wanted to be a part of that world, another part of me wanted to run screaming in the other direction towards the nearest bar where children are definitely not allowed. I think the issue isn't that I don't like children, but that because of my own not so perfect Dad experience, I want that idyllic family, the one who has no issues, works out their problems with a game of Scrabble or NHL 2010 whichever one the occasion calls for. So perhaps it's the fact that I want to find someone to start a family with instead of having to try and fit into someone else's pre-started one? I'm not sure if this is a fear of rejection, or just plain selfishness, maybe it's a little bit of both, but I can't help wondering will I miss out on Mr. Right because he rocks a #1 Dad shirt?

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