Baby Gravy

I have a friend named Ethel. Ethel is a pretty little Irish born lesbian who I met at work about 10 years ago. She has her dyke-y stereotypical traits.

Short hair: Check
Makeup: Little to none, Check
Recovering Alcoholic: Check
Truck: Check (although I think she has switched to a Prius now: Check)
Large Dogs: Two weimaraners, Check
Getting Married: Engaged, Check

All without the boring things like being overly politically correct, a pot head, vegan or femi-nazi. The lady is a doll. These days we live on seperate sides of the country. I haven't seen her in over 5 years. We still talk occasionally when we see each other online.

A long time ago, we had a discussion about kids. She wants one, preferably with my sperm. Yesterday, she brought the topic up again. Her and her fiance are thinking about starting a family. They wanted to know if I'd still be willing to donate to the cause.

I'm very flattered by the idea that someone wants half of my genes in their kid. The concept of having a child, that I can know, but not have to be a parent to appeals to me. They are talking about coming to visit next week so the fiance can meet me. It should be interesting.