I'm afraid of you. All of you.

I really need to stop checking the traffic to my blog. Since not allowing comments, the site traffic is the only way I have of really knowing whether people are reading. Other than the occasional email, which is usually just whining about the fact that I don't allow comments...

But people. Some of you are starting to freak me out. The visits I'm getting are coming from really weird places.

Schools. I get a lot of visits from school systems, which just confirms my belief that there is too much money in schools. Go. Teach. Read me when you get home... and don't tell me you can't afford a computer at home... I know what you all make.

Police Departments. I know I have one reader who is a police officer. That's enough. I don't need anymore. I don't need cops from British Columbia stalking my blog. Don't you have drug runners to catch?

And now, I knew it would only be a matter of time before the Google searches for dilf started rolling in. Here's a tip if you want more traffic... write about sex. A lot. In one of my past blogs, I wrote a post about nude flight attendants. And for quite a while I was in the top 10 Google searches for nude flight attendants.

I wonder what people are really hoping to find when they search dilf. And don't try to make me feel better by saying it's women looking for a hot stud man to make all their porn surfing dreams come true. No. It's some fat old dude with his undies down to his ankles with some weird dad fetish.

Yuck.

I guess I can't control who comes here, but I do have one wish. Don't be a pervert. I'm really not all that cute anyways... although, they don't call me the Real Dilf for nothing...

Nick