317. Dad Crush Page

No, not my dad. That would be weird. I mean the Dad. The archetype. Specifically, the version of him I’ve been watching over my morning coffee for the last six months.

I have a confession to make. It’s a little embarrassing, a little wholesome, and entirely unexpected. 317. Dad Crush

Because I used to think romance was candlelit dinners and “Netflix and chill.” I used to think a crush required mystery and six-pack abs. No, not my dad

Here is why I am utterly, irrevocably smitten: a little wholesome