When I lived in England during college (or they’d say “at university”), a donor kabob was a tasty fast-food treat. It always sounded funny to me. What kind of meat was on there? Hearts and kidneys? Corneas? Now the word “donor” has taken on a whole new meaning.
Last month I got a crush on some guy named “Lefty.” It was a long hard week-and-a-half of internet donor dating before I found Mr. Right. Then it cost me more than a grand to get two vials of Lefty’s babyjuice to my doctor’s office. Shortly thereafter, I was reading some comment on some blog in which the person said they were forced to use a local cryobank and their cost went down to $200 per vial. Pling! A local cryobank! I thought I’d check it out. Apparently, in all of the frozen sperm in all of the big apple, there is one black donor. One.
So here’s the question… do you use a donor you’re not sure if you like in order to save hundreds of dollars? Or do you stick to the pricey one, who’s good at math and who’s father is a social worker and who likes to write poetry and act? How much of a difference does it make in the end? Is it wrong to choose this donor basically because he’s the same race as my partner and that’s all I know?
This time it will probably be Lefty. I did order Mr. Gooddeal’s long profile. Perhaps I’ll like him more than Lefty. The price is certainly right. What would you do?