There was a suggestion in the comments to my last post that the son of our friend might be a good DNA donor.
Me (jocularly): If [friend] can’t do it, maybe [friend’s son] can.
My Love: What a great idea! Honors Physics major, two sport athlete, hunk, killer looks, 6-4, wonderful kid, great genes all around …
Me: No, no, no! I was just kidding. How weird it would be to ask him? “Hey kid, you want to make a baby with me?” If it didn’t freak him out, I would be concerned for him. Besides, it would practically be Lolita.
My Love: Sweetie, he’ll be 21 years old by that time.
Me: Sometimes you are so obtuse. Think about it: Asking him to jerk off for a drop-dead gorgeous blonde? For God’s sake, dear, he’s seen you in that Eres swimsuit! He’s not even going to need a Playboy!
My Love: OK, you’re right. But you have a deranged imagination.