D is for . . .

. . .Dreams
We all have them. Some might say its your subconscious talking to you. If that is the case, mine are telling me to get laid. Yep, the last one was about sex. Go figure. I wonder why. Not. That's always on my mind. In this dream, I had an embarrassing moment. Premature ejaculation. Lying on my back waiting for the cowgirl to be implemented, but when I saw that lovely sight coming down on my dick, it was just too much. Blew my load. Luckily, it was only in the dream. Didn't wake up in a wet spot. See, that's why wanking is good, you release the pressure that way. Doesn't completely fix it, but it helps. A lot. Obviously, I can really be called a wanker. Because I have been. TMI? Who cares? Gotta do something. And I've been trying to be good. Staying away from WGs. For now.
. . . Dating.
Embarrassingly, I haven't been on any since I joined Match. Definitely still hopeful though. My luck will improve. I hope. I've had a few conversations, but none have turned into actual dates. On a positive note, I do have a 'date' coming up on the 1st of May. It's with someone I know from back home and is friends with on Facebook. And yes, she is hot. I would in a heartbeat. It's actually a double date. My sister and her husband will be there as well. Some people might think it's strange, but my sister is cool, and she knows my kinks and some of my secrets, so I don't mind. Should be fun.
. . . Dads.
I grew up without mine in my life. And for all the people blaming single mothers and deadbeat dads for the feral kids of today. Shut the fuck up. I'm not a criminal and neither is any of my siblings. We are not damaged in any way. We have morals and don't require therapy. Well, some morals. And the therapy that's needed is to deal with the loss of my mother. So there. Teach your kids good values and discipline and everything will be OK. I sometimes worry if I spend enough time interacting with my son, but we do communicate and I see him almost every week. So even if I'm not with his mother, he is turning out OK. My dad was not in my life up until I was about 12, but then reestablished contact. Even tried for custody once, but my mom wouldn't have it. Then on and off for a few years till I joined the police. Then he was so proud. Used to brag about me all the time. Since I came to the UK, however, the contact with him has lapsed. I sometimes wonder about him though. Feeling bad that he doesn't really have anyone anymore. But what can I do? I have my own life to live, and my own family to look after. I can't afford to maintain contact. Even though I want to. I would still love to be able to support him financially, as that is the major need now. Haven't spoken to him in a few years now, since my mom died. Who knows when that will change?