triangle

this week i went for the first time to the triangle of raleigh, durham, and chapel hill. north carolinians are really nice, and they have the sweetest accents - this little soft southern edge that's not hard enough to be called a twang, and almost as quick a clip as normal folks speak. oops, i mean 'northern folks'. i could probably even raise a kid there without having to smack it all the time for slow vowels.

which brings me to my next point. i saw a friend one night, and met her husband and baby for the first time. within the first 5 minutes of meeting the husband, he asked me when i was going to get married and have kids. (there's nothing in the works, so i couldn't really give him a timeline.) the only problem i've had with being almost-30 is that near-strangers suddenly have no qualms about asking after my mating plans. another man i met recently asked me if i was worried about my reproductive capabilities as i age. holy crap. what happened to people asking if i had a boyfriend (the 'yet' being implied)? what's the rush? i'm happy and busy, and i'll settle down when i damn well please.

but i'm polite - i know they're only asking because they think it would be a shame to squander such fabulous genetic material.