She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"To be fair, you're not just a blogger, your blog is one of the coolest I know and I was having a mild case of meeting-a-celebrity when I saw you there. And if it weren't for your very reasonable policy of not dating greys I'd totally also be up for, you know, dating."
"—I'm okay with nonmonogamy? And also, like, I'm pretty sure I could convince a green to provide genetic material. Maybe even Ohan—my date—I bet he wouldn't object, and his disability isn't genetic."
"I'm - wary of - investing heavily without that lined up solidly? An advantage of dating people you could have kids with is that you don't have to separately finesse the two and juggle more compatibilities. But 'grey children' is in fact the objection I had. I mean, plus vague grey culture stuff that you don't seem infected with."
He nods. "Guaranteed one hundred percent infection-free. I can talk to Ohan about it, though, for sure."
"I also don't make enough money for a green credit, or a third of one, though, I'd been planning to aim for orange."
"Gosh. Well. It would be very early to start making any firm load-bearing plans but you have my blessing to probe your date on this."
He beams. "And on a positive, do I have a blessing to make our next meeting an actual date?"
"I'm still worried about adding constraints on my ability to look around, if I get attached to you and your green doesn't pan out and then I meet a compatible doctor who prefers monogamy I'm in a spot."
"I'm generally confident in my ability to talk people into things, but that's a reasonable worry. I don't want to pressure you, the decision is yours."
"I guess we can schedule it for after you next see your green and call it a date if that goes well?"
"I might get a date with a celebrity! Also you're great and I lowkey already have a crush on you."