Doesn’t it bother anyone else that the most popular sperm donor in Virginia is a Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei wet dream?
At 230 athletic pounds, Donor 401 is “6-foot-4, of German heritage [on both sides], has a master’s degree, is athletic and is very close to his mother.”
My only issue with the Washington Post article this morning, Multiple Single Moms, One Nameless Donor, is that Donor 401 — the most popular sperm donor in Virginia — is an Übermensch.
That said, I am super envious of both Donor 401 from this morning’s Washington Post article Multiple Single Moms, One Nameless Donor and Donor No. 3165 who is now part of Lori Gottlieb’s little boy from what she says in her Atlantic article, XY Files.
And these donors have waiting lists! Women have to wait months to have access to the essence of these two men. In fact Lori says it better than I can:
“. . . I considered choosing a less popular donor, but then I had second thoughts: Why didn’t this donor have a waiting list too? What was wrong with him? (My therapist pointed out that I make the same irrational judgments in the dating world. ‘If he’s so great,’ I’ll say about a man, ‘why is he still available?’)”
I am sure they’re going to end up being a gorgeous crop of eleven or more bouncing babies and strapping men and gorgeous women. No doubt about it.
But I must add after doing all of this dating and online dating, how often on sites like Match.com do you find the perfect someone?
On paper: gorgeous, accredited, credible, educated, of perfect pedigree.
But zero connection at all. What a drip. In fact, this sort of thing undercuts all the compatibility and chemistry issues that our pheromones have been working to keep us from breeding with an incompatible — or wrong — mate.
Oh well, maybe its better this way. Science is indisputable. Isn’t it?
