Always interesting when I take myself out of girlfriend mode (which was not always so easy for me to do), and have an open conversation with my boyfriend about the venus / mars epidemic.  We were talking about this metaphorical "clock" that women are said to have when our insides start tingling... and we hear wedding bells and smell baby powder.  While I am convinced that I am timeless (metaphorically and literally), I do understand the notion of the clock... so I tried to duke it out for the women. It seems as if there is this stigma -- a scarlet letter or sorts -- associated with the "clock."  Men duck corners, and avoid big conversations for fear that the clock conversation is on the horizon.  Granted - alot of women get real bootleg with this notion, and in an act of desperation, give us classy women a bad name.... but in the end... we are women, and we can't control it.  God created us as loving, emotional creatures... and to bear children.  So it's only natural that we start to get the "itis" after a certain age... right? I guess.  For me - I think I have a different take.  Don't get me wrong, I fantasize about the perfect wedding, to the perfect man, on the perfect day.. .etc.  I stop at the magazine racks and look through wedding books... and I am in love with kids.  However - I don't associate that to a time persay.  I know I want it to happen... but since I have only one chance on this earth to get it right... I am okay with taking my time until I do.  Otherwise it isn't meant to be... Another caveat I will add - is that when I do find the right person, and I am convinced he is the one... my clock will likely start ticking.  But until then... I am on an indefinite snooze...