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After dating too many fellow lawyers, men unduly concerned about whether I was smarter than them (yes), made more money (rude) or was funnier (duh!), I wondered about sperm donors. Then I met Bert. The exes would have called him “just” a cop. Hellishly good-looking, irrevocably calm and a quiet observer who missed nothing, he was smarter but didn’t need anyone to know it. With so little for him to prove, our income differential was like a height variation: inconsequential when lying down. Thirty years and two children later we’re still the right amount of same, the right amount of different.