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This Day, A Subtle Triumph, An Observation Validated.

04 Wednesday Sep 2019

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We are limping into Fall with an air conditioning system that is not quite working. We have maybe one more hot day to deal with before it cools down again. I can ride out maybe a few hours of discomfort. Today I let the cool morning air in. I took a nap by an open window. Sweet.

J wanted to go out to dinner. We had an early meal, more of a lunch really at Cheesecake Factory. I ordered a Cuban sandwich. I ate only half of it, with the green salad that came with it. Very nice. I prefer the Cuban sandwiches at Kuba Kuba or Kuba Kuba Dos, but a bad Cuban sandwich is hard to find.

We went home. I took another nap beside my open window. I awoke around Seven PM. Do I go swimming? At first blush, no. Then after dithering about for half an hour, decided a swim would be the right thing to do. So I went.

I got my 1750 meters in, faster than yesterday. Then I showered, shaved, dressed and came home. The triumph to which the title refers is that I swam, instead of sitting around. On my return, I fixed J’s lunch. She has a chance to work at Target tomorrow so she is taking advantage of it.

This afternoon, I was chatting with a friend who is familiar with the BDSM lifestyles and variants. She lives in Vermont and met J on holiday six years ago. I shared I thought J was a “little”. Upon her observation of J during our visit, she said she thought she observed some “little” behaviors. Now I am more certain of the opportunity and challenge presented to me and my role as a “Daddy”.

Daddy’s Jobs

18 Sunday Aug 2019

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This Daddy/little girl dynamic is most intriguing. I find myself growing into the “Daddy” side of the dynamic. Today, she did not eat her lunch because she worked under six hours. After her work, we met at First Watch for lunch. When we got home, her Waldorf chicken salad felt warm and her ice pack lunch sack was basically room temperature. I told her I thought it would be OK to save, but the more I thought about the less confident I felt about sending it with her another time.

“J, I think I should just make you new chicken salad. I’m throwing the old stuff out.”

“Thank you for doing that.”

I have some small container-sized blue ice blocks that I will now use in addition to her cold-pack lunch kit.

I found a Disney cartoon DVD at the library today, Ichabod And Mr Toad. These are retelling of The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow and The Wind In The Willows. What little girl doesn’t like Mr Toad and Company? I mean they are cute, as I remember them. I reserved a copy of the movie Anne Of Green Gables for her at the library.

When I went to Target, I found Peppridge Farm Cookies on sale so I bought two packages. She likes the Tate’s Bake Shop ones but I think those will be a special treat.

I don’t think she is conscious to a lot of these “little” characteristics. And if she were aware of any “age play” characteristics, I think she would be resistant. But letting out this part of herself isn’t necessarily a conscious process.

I want this to be more than a game. I want her to feel protected as she never has felt before.

Daddy/little girl

13 Tuesday Aug 2019

Posted by in Love and stuff, Relationships

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I mentioned in a comment that I had a light bulb moment around J. It’s taken some thinking and dot connecting, but I believe she is a “little”. She likes me to take care of her. At one point, she had a stuffed lamb and a stuffed bunny, plus some Beanie Babies© and the Taco Bell© Chihuahua. (¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!) When she was a little girl she had two Chihuahuas, Spot and Chico. I gave her some refrigerator magnets with a Fun With Dick And Jane theme that she loved. Her favorite television shows are nostalgic, sweet, and sentimental, Andy Griffith, The Waltons, Little House. Green Acres, I Love Lucy. The appeal of The Bachelor is its naïve theme of falling in love, kind of the way a thirteen or fourteen year old girl would imagine it to be. She likes her cookies at night.

Doing the income-earning thing is not her cup of tea. She comes home exhausted not merely from the physical demands, but by all the requisite “adulting” that comes with the job, I suspect. She likes Sudoku puzzles. I’m wondering if she would like to color. I think she is probably 12-13 in her little persona.

I realize this is probably an amateurish and incomplete assessment. But I notice I feel like her “Daddy” a lot. Her own father was a good and decent man, a soldier, very much of a modern day knight. She would never, ever, have “sexualized” him, but I don’t think she gets she has this hidden, inner need that is not a true Daddy-daughter relationship, but a working framework whereby love is expressed.

She put her stuffies away, off the bed. Since I make the bed most mornings, I wonder what would happen if they found their way back?

I don’t think I would have reached this conclusion without the help of Jadescastle at The Chrysantthemum and The Sword and Mrs McDaddy at The Succulent Savage. Thanks.