So what was the catalyst for me to donate sperm in the first place? Glad you asked. The short answer is money. The long answer is paranoia.
End of January 2013 I went over to a friends' party for drinks and nibbles. And, as these events tend to go, I was offered drugs. Don't think ill of me - I'm no great drugs enthusiast. If offered at a social event I likely wouldn't refuse, but I'm not of the mindset as many of my friends have been of 'You know, I could really go for some drugs right now'. It's a rare treat, like watching children's TV, or eating pigeon.
Anyway, flash-forward to me getting home and the drugs comedown was treating me very badly. I was left rather sleepless and paranoid for much of the rest of the weekend. The paranoia hit at its worst at three separate points, each about two hours apart as I tried to sleep. These moments of despair were related to different topics - love life, work life, money worries - and lasted only a few increasingly gloomy moments until I snapped out of them into a better mood.
It was the middle one, about money worries, which I was inspired to leap out of bed and get online seeking employment. Jobs applied for, a Google search for quick money near my location lead to a number of possibilities. Most were impossible (Rent your parking space!), unappealing (Become a dogwalker!), or too desperate to contemplate seriously (Sell your hair for use as wigs for chemotherapy patients!). But also in amongst them - sell your sperm! The paranoia about money went of the window, and paranoia about being a thirty-year old single with no future kicked in.
Maybe I should give sperm, I thought - gets the family genes passed on, with no messy relationship or responsibility necessary. Plus the very generous £35 they were offering per donation (what an advance from the twenty odd quid they offered the teenage me!) wasn't to be ignored, neither.
With what little sense I had left in my head I filled in the website's contact form, and went to sleep.
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