Darp's balls,Kids

Poor Darp has had an experience that luckily has turned out ok for him, I like Darp and his blog though I have never met him, it's funny that both he and I went to the same high school albeit many years apart and as a consequence live in ajoining suburbs.
He appears to be going through the some of the things that I did many years ago.
I admire his passion.
Except my life didn't take off until I was 25.
It's crashed since then.


Kid's, I decided long ago when I was about 17 that I would not have any but since I was not having a sex life {like shown in popular media} there was no chance of that happening! And not being experienced with the opposite sex ever since my mother told me when I was 13 "Stay away from Girls, they will say you took them into the bushes and put your hand down their pantys." Says a lot about my mother.

I was influenced by an article in a paper that said that from the moment your wife, mistress, girl friend finds out that she is pregnant until the child turns 18 the cost over time will be $750,000. I could do better things with that money and I did not want to be reduced to talking about nappies and feeding formular. My own childhood whilst successful {I survived}had I believe something missing{ I found out later it didn't, I had just fallen victim to media advertising and peer angst}

Being at that stage a hopeless romantic, didn't do anything for my chances as my limited experience of girls led to me becoming a "Nice guy but...." It was many years before I realized that girls and women of my acquaintance liked to "Roll in shit". They needed a crook bloke who was forever treating them bad, the more their parents disapproved the more attractive he was. Blokes who in the immortal words of Jimmy Ryan treated them "Like a lump of meat with a hole in the middle of it".
During that time my mother said "All the girls you know are suicidal drug addited prostitutes!"
I threw myself into work and spent many Saturday nights driving around listing to the radio.

After spending so much time at work I was looking a bit tired a fact on which my Mother commented "yes" I replied "it's all the sucicidal drug addicted prostitutes I'm going out with" to which mother replied "I didn't call them prostitutes,they're not smart enough to charge for it, they just give it away" "Well they're not giving it away in my direction" was my answer

On one of my Saturday night drives I met Jimmy Ryan who changed my life, through a friend of his and whilst working for him the friend opened my eyes to the large world.
I had at that time a very hard attitude towards unmarried mothers, with one sentence he forced me to rethink it all "No one asks to be born"

I now make time for the children of unmarried mothers and indeed even went so far as to be come involved with an unmarried mother, I will confess that the thought of supporting someone else's child whilst they got off free was leaving a sour taste in my mouth,
however it all ended when she reverted back to her true form in a very public way.
I can't say I wasn't warned Sgt Garcia tried to tell me and he had been living opposite her since primary school. {In hindsight I feel that perhaps she had been the victim of childhood sexual abuse, I can now see that she was certainly appeared to be exhibiting behavioral patterns that would indicate it}

The few relationships that I did have never went very far as I was always upfront and told then that I did not desire children.

My Nan told me something at the time "It is better to be loved than loved" with startling clarity I knew what she meant, I resolved to stop chasing the dream and let the dream come to me and it did.