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I knew at the time that what I wanted was something new, that I wasn't really familiar with. What I didn't know at the time was that thing I was searching for had a name.
When I went to the classifieds, I wasn't expecting a flood of responses from women too poor to buy from a sperm bank, and yet so desperate for the bonds of maternity that would flock to any opportunity for impregnation. I expected that anyone from that set might be just as easy to find in a crowded bar, and that the anonymous sperm donors would likely have no idea that they were partaking in such a noble deed. I hoped beyond hope, in fact, that all those women would fly right past my listing, and move to the casual encounters. I didn't want a fling, and I didn't want a nuclear relationship like my parents had fostered when I was younger.
I want danger, mystery, intrigue, and lust. The thing I wanted had a name. She introduced herself as Marie. She was my girl Friday.