When people wish me happy fathers day, it makes me slightly sad. Fifty-eight years old, I have never been blessed with children.
I am proud that in my lifetime I have slept with over three women, and only one of them was a prostitute. I have had thousands of orgasms. This is why my right arm is much stronger than my left.
I would have appreciated the love my kids would have given me. I may still try to get a child although my girlfriend is not in agreement. I may travel to the Orient to arrange the adoption of a kid. Maybe one that is a little older, who could get a job and support me and prepare our family meals. I have always loved Chinese food, so it could be a good fit.