I have terrible taste in men. But whenever I pictured my future, I saw myself with children -- and that, of course, takes a man (at least for the conception part). So sometime in my early 30s, I began a quest to find a partner. I did the online dating thing. I asked friends about their single pals. I even dated my butcher, figuring at least we'd never go hungry. But the men I met, maybe I'm too picky, but nobody satisfied. So I decided that if I didn't meet someone by the time I was 35, I'd have kids...