![]() ![]() Having daughters is really going to ratchet up the conflict between my quest for sex and my need to try do the right thing. I have this nagging voice inside my head that tells me my daughters will suffer for my sins. I will do my best to be cognizant of Karmic retribution. I will keep the women, and men if all else fails, anonymous out of respect.Ĥ. That could greatly undermine my chances of actually reaching the "warm and mushy" motherland I so desperately crave. I can't have anybody I'm dating know I am writing about our experiences. I'm itching to experience life on the outside for a while.ģ. Something I will do my best to avoid for a while. No dates get to meet my daughters - at least until it gets very serious. Do the complicated math here and you'll see that leaves two days for dating on one week and five the other.Ģ. My schedule is such that I have the kids two days one week and five days the next. No dating on my nights with the children. I also use the word "Fag" which I shouldn't, but sometimes it is the most succinct way of summarizing me in a moment of heterosexual gamelessness.ġ. (As a note, you will find yourself wondering if I'm gay often, maybe even too much). That being said, I will probably seem derogatory towards gays when I use self deprecating humor that insinuates that I'm gay when I fail miserably. I guess to that I say, sorry but fuck it. I have a lot of respect for women and people, but there will be some vulgarity and some morsels, that both in and out of context, will no doubt be offensive. I'm sure it will make for some interesting conversation and will definitely ruin more than one opportunity. I have never had a governor elected to oversee my thoughts. This should hold true for most of the females. I'm not so hot that women turn and stare, but I don't think my looks will kill a deal either. I think I am a pretty good looking guy. I have resigned myself to the fact that I will be dipping into my savings account in the short run to help with my single life "adjustments." I really don't make enough money to support my dating habits and be a responsible father. I can deal with it, but I'd rather have somebody with me. This is the first time I have lived on my own in my life. I used to own a home, now I live in an apartment. I just received my walking papers after a 14 year sentence -almost seven of hard time and seven of juvey (unmarried time). So if you know who I am, take it to your grave, would ya? Cause I promise you one thing, if I think this thing keeps me from squeezing even one boob, I'm out. I'm hoping this stays anonymous so it shouldn't matter, but we all know how well secrets get kept. I'll try and be as forthcoming and honest as possible. I realize there are a lot of married men out there, both happy and miserable, who might enjoy hearing about life in the single lane. After some prodding from my friends, I've decided to go public with my private life.
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