My dad’s friends

My dad had a hangout he’d go to occasionally with friends to play cards or watch a game. It was right down the street and I always remember passing it going just about anywhere. He took me inside once when I was younger and looking back now, I think it was the first interaction where I noticed the affect females had on men.

We were only in there for a few minutes to pick something up, but I remember feeling the eyes of all of these men on me. I can’t say I necessarily liked it at the time but it was certainly different. A handful of them made jokes or comments to/about me as well. Comments about my “budding breasts” to the shorts I was wearing. I was taught to be polite so I just remember standing there smiling. My dad would quickly change the topic and then get me out of there. I even remember him telling me I’d understand more when I got older.

I’d go in that place once more and the comments were similar. It was playful and harmless, I knew upon that second visit and again looking back now, I get it all.

I look back on it now and wonder how all of that shaped my views on men, me realizing that I didn’t/don’t mind that attention from men.

I wonder too if I were to go back into that place now as a grown adult but everything stayed like when I was a teenager, what kind of comments and reactions I’d get now. I mean, I think I’d know but would I willingly flirt back? I suppose it’s more of a fantasy now especially since I’m confident in my sexuality, needs and in life in general.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qwmf06/my_dads_friends