Fab father figures outshine pudgy papas
I wanted to be a dad, do I have to be a DILF too?
WHY won’t they leave me alone? I see them on the coastline with their tanned bodies, their full heads of hair and impressive physiques.
Worst of all I see them with their children. Plural.
These are fathers, with children, who somehow avoid eating quarter-pounder meals in bulk whenever Bub decides to stay up all night yelling.
There are now Instagram accounts dedicated to these type of men.
The “Dilfs of Disneyland” account has almost 350,000 followers. You can work out what DILF stands for. Depressingly, it’s just a whole bunch of photos of fit and handsome looking dudes walking around Disneyland with their kids.
I always figured that fatherhood was like a parachute that offered you an escape from that flaming plane of society’s nonsense obligations.
“Sorry I’m a dad now,” I’d say as I leap smugly away from the doomed jet.
Fatherhood was meant to make me immune to this type of thing.
But now it’s not enough to be a doting dad, I have to be a DILF.
Meanwhile there are groups popping up across the internet that are recording the incredibly unrealistic expectations women (and men) have while searching for an internet romance.
In one of the most popular, a woman demands that a man must be “6’2”+, no kids, good job, car and crib, degree” before adding he must be this big or bigger and that she’s “not
‘‘ Fatherhood was meant to make me immune to this type of thing.
It’s one of those times I’m glad that I haven’t had to face the dating scene for more than a decade, a time before online romance has blossomed from being a joke to now being bizarre and frightening.
I feel for those men with children, who are looking for love and facing these ridiculous questions and people.
Perhaps one day there’ll be an Instagram page for pudgy, lazy dads who just love their kids. I could do well on there.
◗ These types of dads are hard to miss with their tanned bodies, their full heads of hair and impressive physiques.