thirty-six is the new forty

i met some friends out for drinks over the weekend, which in itself is quite unremarkable, but for some reason, this was the weekend of my debut as a 'daddy.' read on....

in the span of one only-mildly inebriated evening that turned into a slightly-more inebriated night, i had no less than four twenty-somethings, all separate from one another, tell me that i was a "daddy." i shrieked and passed out after the first one told me [very un-daddy-ish, might i point out], then grew progressively worried as the night wore on. funny, i never thought of someone in their thirties as being daddy material. i figured that's what the forties are for. then after i came home, and sobered up a little, i remembered sleeping flirting with thirty-something daddies when i was in grade school high school college. i guess it's getting past thirty-five that did the trick. or is it the face scruff?

daddy or not, i still prefer my men older than i. for now. perhaps that will change.

in the background::universal daddy:alphaville