Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

So it was that complicated. Last year he had none, this year he had two to choose from. And Sarah's mathematical thinking stopped there, because she saw neither logic, nor knew, what to add to this. There was certainly nothing she could relate to.

Her biography up to this very day was not a chick-lit novel that anyone would find exciting to read. Serious, strong, masculine women that had more interest in warfare than romance rarely were of any appeal to general audiences. If that homme fatale (new term learned today!!!) came along, wooed that solid concrete and melted that ice cold heart (figuratively speaking), he would still find a heavily armed distrustful girl inside with an axe raised ready to swing. No tears, no regrets, no illusions and not particularly interesting.

"Kids are a necessary evil," Sarah finally said. "There are five minutes of pleasure, two months of burden and a year to make something out of them. And even then you may not be sure that they will turn out to be useful," this she spoke from experience in her birth pack. Why her mother had chosen to have more kids after her first litter was beyond Sarah's grasp. She had loved her siblings in her own particular way, but if there was an opportunity to make investments in the future with better rates of success, she would definitely choose them.

"Don't get me wrong - I do not hate kids. I just think that those, who start a pack with this grand idea of "swelling the numbers", should also be aware of all the trouble that it entails," she finished. "Unless he has someone else to do the job for him after the first part is done."