DILFs at Parents' Night

Friday night was very stormy here with rain, hail, fierce winds and the sound of the surf pounding on the rocks.  I was alone because the kids were in town and slept at friends' houses. 

I'm sure the day will come when I'm lonely but so far, I not alone often enough for that to happen. Seven months into my divorce, I'm still savouring my alone-ness and enjoying not being in a relationship.

I cuddled with our three dogs who are hogged the couch and watched my favourite Two Fat Ladies DVDs for the umpteenth time. Later, we slept in the same bed with my daughter`s little dog under the covers between my legs while my son`s dog slept with her wet nose pressed against my cheek. 

Even if I had a busy social life and a sexy man to share it with (I have neither of these), I could not have imagined going out after such an exhausting week.  Some random thoughts:

1.  Thursday was Parents' Night at my school and I was booked solid with appointments all evening.  The majority of the fathers at my interviews were hottie DILFs, aged 35 to 50.  I spent the evening consumed with thoughts of lust, trying not to glance down at their lovely packages as they sat in an open-crotched pose in front of me.  

I spoke to their lumpy little wives too, of course, but in the end, I spent way too much time locking eyes with the DILFs who resembled the men pictured here, except they all wore clothing.  I'm fairly sure that the Dads figured out that I was paying far too much attention to them.

To a man, they were handsome and sexy, and wearing suits, dress pants or stylish crotch-hugging jeans.  Some had piercing blue eyes, some had tattoos and many had touches of silver in their facial scruff.  Woof! 

I've been attending Parents Night for twenty years but this was the only one where I would have wanted to have sex with all the Dads I met.   This is probably due to my horniness, my sexual self-confidence as a gay man, a growing appreciation of mature men and the fact that I`m now older than most of them. 

2.  Also this week, my ex-wife and I submitted our 11-page response to the stressful  Revenue Canada audit of our 2011 tax return.   We're fairly optimistic that the matter has been resolved and I am rather pleased that, in the end, we were able to deal with it so cooperatively and politely.

I wondered yet again how adversarial couples could get through a problem like this without generating thousands of dollars of lawyer's fees. 

3.  My son is still living with me full-time, although I see very little of him because he's either at school, at his job or with his friends.  But he seems to show no desire to spend any time with his mother, either. 

On Thursday, my ex-wife told me that she planned to take our son to his favourite prime rib restaurant in town which features locally-grown beef.  I thought, "Hmmm.....  I doubt that will happen!" and sure enough, he refused to go with her.  But at least she's trying to mend fences with him.

I felt sad for her because she always takes rejection badly, but she needs to acknowledge my son is justified in avoiding her.   Although things have calmed down considerably, my son won't easily forget or forgive her past anger and erratic behaviour.