Ladies man to real man....??

They were always just objects to me. Its sick but women were a means to a pleasure in my twisted perverted sense of reality. "I'll never change." was my motto, I'd say and do anything to get what I wanted and my tongue was usually two steps ahead of my brain so it worked out perfectly. My life was an all you can eat buffet of debauchery and i gorged till i was sick, puked and than went back for seconds. Round and round i went on this carousel from hell without any end or need there of in sight.
So, "why did I stop you ask?" I had no idea my sewing of wild oats was over until the scar was visible from the stitches. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. No more bar sluts, one night stands, or revealing talk about sexual conquests at happy hour. You know, no more manly stuff, or is there.
I came to the realization that all the things in my life that I perceived made me a man were nothing and never was the definition of manliness. The true test of manliness still lay in front of me. Call it God, karma ,or just dumb luck; I Daniel Horvath king of the assholes was in love and going to be dad, a very surprised dad but a father none the less. A switch flipped deep inside, I don't know if it was conditioning, instinct or fear but I grew up instantly before my own eyes. I became a man.
You know what Ive noticed I wear it well, my perception of a man now is a guy who takes care of his shit no matter how emasculating it gets. A man provides for his family regardless of how menial or degrading the work is as long as there's a roof, food, and clothes. And probably the most important aspect evolving into manhood is that it is no longer or ever will be again about you its about family.
One may read this and say that I'm a whipped little pussy, and there is some truth to that,but my whole life I only did what felt good for Dan...I went nowhere. Now I do things souly for my loved ones and I'm halfway to heaven. You do the math

New Year??

Dear No one,
ive created this blog to bitch: why else does anyone blog? its a self fulfilling egocentric prophecy that one fills and im no better. but here it goes.
why is the new year such a fuss, i am well aware that it is an awsome excuse to get so shit faced even i look good. thats not my beef with this calander wart. its the stigma that goes along with it. your forced to look back on the crappy year that was no different than the crappier year before that. yet we suck it up and get all emotional (mainly due to the booze) and declare, "this year will be the best year yet." Eechh. not only does nothing change but you probably spend the month of January depressed. By February you've realized that the new years resolution you made never even materialized into something tangable. but it was barely a hint of an idea in the first place. At this point two months of your "best year ever" have gone by and the rut is on. nothing changes...ever, so enjoy your depression chamber of a night. on the bright side what ive just been rambling on about doesnt apply to me. 2008 was my best year ever gifts of life and marriage are truly what is all bout, so ha ha you lonely saps... go screw new years