When I was a camp counselor at an all girls summer camp, there was a week during the summer set aside for fathers and daughters to come together and bond.

They went horseback riding, made s’mores, sang around bonfires, played sports, and, as I watched them from my lifeguard chair at the pool, I thought…holy shit these guys are fucking hot.

I could never put my finger on it.

They weren’t always fit.  Some of them were balding.  They told bad jokes and itched their spare tires when they yawned.  Their butt cracks hung out when they bent over, and they made lots of excuses when they got tired halfway through powderpuff football, despite all their high school records and accolades, which they’ll tell you about.  Lots.

Then I got married, had kids, and I realized…

There’s just something sexy about daddies.

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