DILF's and puberty

So I know I haven't really been writing lately. And when I do write, it's some depressing ass bullshit. I know. I'm sorry. I haven't been doing much. I literally go to work and come home. With the occasional public inebriation. And I would absolutely love to tell you about those times. However, they will be saved for in person conversations. Solemnly because they are rated for mature audiences only. But today. Today! I have decided to write about my room service experience. Well I actually decided I was going to do it yesterday, but then I got drunk with my flatmates. Which by the way, they are some cool ass bitches. Like, we all in the same boat and shit. Scotland here I come. Anyway, so I have been having some strange things happen when I do room service. Not super strange, but shit that I think is pretty funny.

So it all starts with me going in to work everyday with an attitude. No real reason for having one. Because when I go to work, I get to work with most of my favorite people. Got to work with my ALL time favorite cook. She is just one of the best things that happened to me at this job. And I say one, because there are others as well. I have my favorite manager, my ALL time favorite hostess, and my one and only favorite Vanilla Milkshake. I even got to work 8 hours today. So I had no reason to complain about my job at all today. And I didn't. That much. But I am finding it harder to find things to complain about, when I get to work with them. They help me forget where I am by making me laugh my ass off so much. But no fear, I still find something to complain about. It's hard. Not impossible for me. Just one of my many skills I have.

Anywho, I go to this room today to drop off their food. And this little girl who couldn't be more than 5 opens the door. They just ordered some ice cream. So I see her struggling and I help her open the door, then I see her dad walk out of the bathroom. With a towel. Barely covering his waist. And had clearly just gotten out of the shower. So he was also still kind of wet. And because when he came out, I was kneeling to speak to the little girl, I met his dick before I met his eyes. And can I say......... LOL. I was comfortable where I was. But then I felt very awkward because I then checked his whole body out. Which was oh so lovely. But he noticed me noticing him.So then I realized what I was doing and automatically got embarrassed. I went to go speak to him, after finally finding where his eyes were located, and my voice cracks. Like some 12 year old boy going through puberty. I say boy, because it is more embarrassing for boys than it is for girls. I had no idea what to do but to run. Or walk very quickly back downstairs. But seriously though. Hello DILF. Am I right? LOL Hottie with a body over here.

Here's some photos

So I thought this Crocodile was fake when I first saw it. Turns out it wasn't. Learned that Crocodiles limit their movement to avoid burning too much energy on unnecessary movements. Guess I found what I want to be when I grow up. LOL

He straight maxed that chicken though. I aint even mad at him.