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Modern Love: Mom/Not Mom/Aunt
AFTER five loving, fulfilling years with my boyfriend, Drew, I suddenly found myself online, looking to meet a woman.
I spent hours poring over profiles, bios and stats, looking at poorly lighted digital pictures and videos of awkward faces uttering tightly rehearsed self-promotional pitches. I narrowed the flash mob of candidates to six. Then I summoned Drew for his approval.
Together we had a decision to make. One of the strangers on this Web site could end up contributing half of our child’s DNA.