Would you care to dance (and then die)?

I was chewing the fat with a young lad at uni who was sharing with me some of his hopes and dreams.

Lord knows why; it wasn't like I'd slipped him a mickey. If I'd drugged someone I'd be using my ill-gotten influence for something other than revelations of hopes and dreams.

He told me that he really - rilly - wants to be a dad some day. Isn't that sweet? Well, I thought so too - at first.

"But here's the thing," he said. "I can see myself with my kids - all daughters - and I'm a widower."

I didn't quite know how to respond. He was looking at me expectantly. Finally I said, "Interesting. But, you know, when I'm chatting to a nice girl? I wouldn't open with that."