Why do I have to make a serious comment, but this points up the obvious dangers of conception by sperm donor rather than selecting a real person you can vouch for. There just might be some elements of intelligence, fortitude and usefullness that are hereditary and go beyond "6 feet tall, blue eyes".
I agree.
OTOH, it sounds like this fellow is thoughtful, kind to animals, and probably pretty laid back (not greedy or violent). Intelligence, who knows? Fortitude (I assume you mean physical, if you're concerned about genetically-passed traits), who knows?
Usefulness isn't genetic, far as I can tell -- ask any parent of a teenager...
When I was in medical school, several classmates including my roommate, earned extra money each month by being sperm donors at the medical center sperm bank. It seems that "medical student" was a line on the donor profile that prospective mothers drooled over.
So, with a profile of "6 feet 2 1/2 inches, blue eyes, medical student", I guess I could have been the father to quite a few 20-somethings by now.
However, I could never bring myself to donate because having kids somewhere out there and never being able to see them or know them would have bothered me too much.
Now, on a less serious note...............
There was a 75 year old man that had lived a very happy life with his wife except for the fact that he was childless as his wife was infertile.
One day, after reading an article on sperm donors, his wife saw a sad look on his face and asked him what was the matter. He confessed that he wished he had donated sperm while he was younger to pass on his father's genes that would now die as he was an only child.
His wife, being very understanding, told him that is was never too late to donate and pointed out that Strom Thurman was going strong at his age. So, with a big smile, it was off to the Sperm Bank.
At the Sperm Bank, his Ph.D. in aerospace engineering and his 160 I.Q. more than offset his advanced age on his profile. The nurse then gave him his specimen cup, his Playboy magazine and pointed him to the bathroom.
Soon after he entered, there came the sounds of grunts and groans and Oooooh's and Aaaaaahhh's. The nurse was blushing a little by now.
After a while, he comes out and asks the nurse of his wife can go in to help him. Turning redder, the nurse agrees.
Soon after they both go in, it gets even worse. The groaning, the grunting, the OOOOOOHHHHH's, the AAARRRRGGGGHHHH's.
"Get a firmer grip. Harder. Harder!!"
"I'm trying as hard as I can!"
"Try your mouth!"
"My mouth?!?"
"Yes, your mouth! Use your mouth!!"
"Oh, my!! There go my dentures!!"
The sounds die down as the nurse gets redder and redder.
The defeated couple comes out of the bathroom.
The man tells the nurse, "I'm so sorry. We just couldn't do it. We tried everything. I tried to do it by hand. She tried to do it by hand. She even tried using her mouth and then she lost her dentures and then she ....."
"That's O.K., Mr. Wilson! That's O.K. !! I get the picture!", said the nurse who was now beet red with embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. We just couldn't do it."
"Could you help me, Nurse?"
"WHAT?!?!?"
"You want ME to help you?!?!?"
"Well, yes, I was embarrassed to ask you before but donating is so important to me. Please!!"
"Could you please help me get the lid off of the specimen cup?"