Of course girls run the world, but there is a close second that we better watch out for. DILFs.
There’s nothing like a good ol’ fashioned DILF. They’re certainly not underrated, but aren’t appreciated openly enough. You know that saying, “never overuse the words ‘I love you.’” It should be changed to “never overuse the glorification of the DILFs.”
Hot dads are great for a lot of reasons. They give us hope for our futures. A hope that isn’t you being stuck in a loveless relationship after ten years of marriage, fighting over who checked the mail last, and sleeping in separate beds because his dad bod is now just a fat bod. Let’s take a moment to reminisce on some the the greatest DILFs to grace our generation and Instagram timelines.
Like fine wine, only getting better with age.
‘Cause all of me, loves all of you.
Who isn’t photographed nearly as often as he should be.
I would love to be his wife.
Nothing hotter than a guy who adores his family.
Has his photo located under “DILF” in the dictionary.
But not all DILFS are hot celeb dads. Let’s take a second to appreciate all the hot dads we come in contact with every single day. The dads who work the 9-5 office job to support their families. The dads who work third shift to make sure they can afford $500 worth of extra curricular activities every month. You the real MVP.
I work at a dance studio, where I am surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of girls every single day. Young girls, old girls, bitchy moms, moms who don’t know how to be a mom. The only saving grace I get while listening to screaming three year old children clanking their tap shoes on the ground and middle schoolers giving me attitude because we ran out of m&ms at the snack bar is when their hot dads come in. I don’t know if I could survive my job without them.
There is nothing quite like watching a dad who is active in his child’s life. Even though kids are the absolute worst, being in the presence of a good dad can make you want to pop out a child tomorrow. They come in with their baseball caps on, the perfect amount of scruff on their faces, wedding bands shining, holding their newborn baby, and I just stare. I am hypnotized by the power of the DILF.
Let’s make it a priority from here on out to take an extra second to stop and smell the roses. And by “roses” I mean Steve or Phil or Chuck’s Giorgio Armani cologne. Just don’t get too close. Cheers! And may we all have our own personal DILF one day..
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