My birth father

OK so I couldn't help but wonder, what did he want from me?
The few days I had to wait to meet with the social worker my parents and I were a bit worried about his reasons for looking for me. Maybe he was looking for a way to get back with my birth mother, maybe he was a loser a needed money. I know that sounds pretty bad but I'd never heard of a birth father to come looking for his kid, they usually got involved after the birth mother contacted them, so I heard. My parents were worried too, I'm sure they had all sorts of bad scenarios going through their heads.
Well, the big day arrives, Steve (my now husband) and I drive to Ann Arbor to meet with the social worker. I was soooo nervous I can't even tell you! Unless you've ever been in that situation or something very similar I can't compair it to anything else. All my life I had ideas about my birth parents, mostly my mother, and now I was going to find out the truth.
The social worker take us to her office and she's very nice; I wish I could remember her name, maybe it will come to me. She sits us down and asks me how I feel about this and what my thoughts are. Of course I tell her I've been a bit worried about what he wants from me. She gives me a letter he wrote to me and I read it.
First of all it's addressed to Sara, which is the name my birth mom gave to me when I was born, then he tells me his story of my birth. He was a friend of the family and had a crush on my mom which he said she did too, she was 20 he was 29. It was labor day weekend and they were both at a party, they come from a very small town. She needed a ride home, he had a car, one thing led to another and here I am. They never dated, he was 9 years older than her and worked with my grandfather. If my grandfather had found out he'd probably been pretty pissed. So the story goes, my mom realized she was pregnant and went to tell him, somehow he thought she needed money for an abortion so he gave her a couple hundred dollars and she left.
Shortly after that he got a job in Tennessee. After my mom had me she contacted him and told him she had a beautiful baby girl and named me Sara and that a doctor and his wife had adopted me. (my dad wasn't a Dr, I don't know who said that) So that was that, life went on.
To be continued......