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AmeliaRP
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 31, 2018
Obsessive and single-minded? One would not think that such personality traits fitted someone as meticulous and conscientious as Courtney Cooper. Calculating, cunning and scheming were also a part of her psyche in virtually everything she did. Usually the 32 year old butterscotch blonde took immense care, especially with regard to the blueprint of her life that she had laid out for herself. Although rather introverted, she was convinced where she was going and how to get there.
At the age of 21, she graduate in Information Management. Within a decade, she had reached the fourth level of five to be a chief academic librarian. Eventually she also intended to add to her accreditation by studying for a PhD in her specialist field. With the aid of a small inheritance from her maternal grandmother, the ardent feminist had already bought herself a house and carried out most of the refurbishments herself. It included a nursery planned for the next stage to have a baby well in advance of her biological clock running down.
Never had she shown that much interest in the opposite or even her own for that matter. Relationship tended to be complicated affairs that involve emotional commitment which Courtney was not prepared to give. It seemed a rather remote possibility of being able to find your apparent one true love in a world with a population of more than 7.5 billion. But it was a natural function of the human body and she felt as much as the next person the urge to have her own offspring.
As with most things, Courtney would do it her own way. She did not have the slightest intention of going the route of intrauterine insemination. The 32 year old librarian had no desire for any clinic to place a catheter within a million miles of her fallopian tubes. She would do it the natural way like the vast majority of people. It was what human organs were designed for, even if they were quite ugly, she thought. Her only problem was that she needed some suitable guy to help her.
Rather painstakingly, the butterscotch blonde had been collecting data on a certain Nestor Jackson, a pediatric surgeon who worked at the hospital across the road to the university library where she worked. One could not go as far as accusing Courtney of actually stalking the doctor though at times she had followed him around as part of her research to know all about him. He seemed to fit the bill perfectly as the most ideal contender to be her sperm donor by conventional means. All she had to do was to wait for the most appropriate moment to approach him.
"Do you mind if I squeeze myself here? It's rather crowded today." It was at a coffee bar that the surgeon frequented during his morning break. Courtney, wearing a black jacket, spaghetti top and jeans, offered him a courteous smile as she took a seat opposite him. Her initial ploy was to see whether he would start a conversation otherwise she would once her hot chocolate arrived. The doctor himself was black and as a causican white herself, she was convinced from the research she had carried out that the mixed race baby they would have together would be much better due to the diversity of their gene pool.
At the age of 21, she graduate in Information Management. Within a decade, she had reached the fourth level of five to be a chief academic librarian. Eventually she also intended to add to her accreditation by studying for a PhD in her specialist field. With the aid of a small inheritance from her maternal grandmother, the ardent feminist had already bought herself a house and carried out most of the refurbishments herself. It included a nursery planned for the next stage to have a baby well in advance of her biological clock running down.
Never had she shown that much interest in the opposite or even her own for that matter. Relationship tended to be complicated affairs that involve emotional commitment which Courtney was not prepared to give. It seemed a rather remote possibility of being able to find your apparent one true love in a world with a population of more than 7.5 billion. But it was a natural function of the human body and she felt as much as the next person the urge to have her own offspring.
As with most things, Courtney would do it her own way. She did not have the slightest intention of going the route of intrauterine insemination. The 32 year old librarian had no desire for any clinic to place a catheter within a million miles of her fallopian tubes. She would do it the natural way like the vast majority of people. It was what human organs were designed for, even if they were quite ugly, she thought. Her only problem was that she needed some suitable guy to help her.
Rather painstakingly, the butterscotch blonde had been collecting data on a certain Nestor Jackson, a pediatric surgeon who worked at the hospital across the road to the university library where she worked. One could not go as far as accusing Courtney of actually stalking the doctor though at times she had followed him around as part of her research to know all about him. He seemed to fit the bill perfectly as the most ideal contender to be her sperm donor by conventional means. All she had to do was to wait for the most appropriate moment to approach him.
"Do you mind if I squeeze myself here? It's rather crowded today." It was at a coffee bar that the surgeon frequented during his morning break. Courtney, wearing a black jacket, spaghetti top and jeans, offered him a courteous smile as she took a seat opposite him. Her initial ploy was to see whether he would start a conversation otherwise she would once her hot chocolate arrived. The doctor himself was black and as a causican white herself, she was convinced from the research she had carried out that the mixed race baby they would have together would be much better due to the diversity of their gene pool.
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