I have no idea who my baby daddy is. What do you think?

Finding my baby daddy has been quite an adventure. Let me start off by saying that I can be categorized as a free spirited woman not bound the idiocracy of monogamy. Everyday is a fabulous journey and adventure into the world of drug induced confidence. So when I conceived my darling daughter, it came as somewhat of a surprise to say the least. I was exercising my right to have polyamorous relationships at the time which posed the biggest question of all. Who was my baby daddy? Sure, I believe in "once you go black, you never go back", but variety is the spice of life. When I found out the race of my daughter, it surely narrowed the possibilities. Throughout my entire pregnancy, I had had one man fully convinced that he had fathered my child. I so longed for him to be the father because he was tall, handsome responsible, etc. The only problem was, he was white. Not just any kind of white. He was pale skinned, blue eyed, and blond hair; the works! He put me up in his apartment while he went to work during the day as an accountant. We even set up a nursery. When, my baby came out half black, I told him the color came from my side of the family even though I am also a blonde hair blue eyed individual. For a while he believed me, until her hair started kinking up and her skin began brown more and more. One day when I came home, I found that both my daughter and I had been locked out, for good. I went to my mother's house with a determination to find the baby daddy. There were about 5 other possibilities because she was half black. So, I could immediately rule out the one Asian, and two Hispanic guys. I immediately got to work. I tracked down two guys on facebook. They basically called me out for being slut and really hurt my feelings. I had given up, when one day I got a call from Earl. He said he felt connected to me and he didn't know why. When i revealed the news of his potential daughter, he wept. I couldn't console him over the phone, so I asked that he come over to visit me. I greeted him at the door with only a coat on. When he sat down and cried on the couch, I slowly lowered the coat. My naked body shown to him, one thing led to another....We made passionate love as I wiped away his tears of joy. We did end up getting the DNA test later on that week. He paid for everything and had fully stocked up my daughter on all the necessities. We found out, that he was not the father. The other two possibilities, had pretty much dropped off the face of the earth, so I called the Maury show. Maury would not indulge me because I wasn't trashy-looking enough. The producer told me I was way too good at getting the men to pay for things. I was quite disappointed at this point. Recently, I did get in touch of one of the candidates, but he said he would rather not get involved. So, here I sit with tears streaming down my soft cheeks (facial, not butt). My eyes are red and swollen. I know not the father of my beautiful daughter. I'm thinking that tonight I will go and free myself from the idiocracy of monogamy.