A while back my female friend that I hang out with was babysitting a 6 year old blonde girl. She was a jaw-dropping stunner right off the digital pages of a child modeling site. And she liked me. A lot. She made that quite clear.
My friend was making dinner for all of us and I was tired (which was partly from the little girl hanging on me all day and having to contrive the appearance of not loving it). So I went to rest on her bed for a while before we ate. Normally, I wouldn't want to get away from a beautiful little girl, but I had been hanging around all day already, and I still had hours (and hours of acting) left to go. Well wouldn't you know it, she comes into my friend's room where I am resting a bit after a couple minutes, and lays beside me. I really had been okay that day, not feeling particularly sexual towards the girl, not even when she sat on my lap (her idea).
But now with her laying beside me, and her being the very affectionate little girl she is, she starts petting my arm. I look at her pretty little face, with an adoring look in her eye. She really likes me. And that makes me feel fantastic. But then I look down at her perfect little blonde girl legs. To me they look much like the legs of a hot adult chick, but smaller. Am I really seeing things that differently than other guys?
For the first time that day, I suddenly got a real urge to touch her. Those legs of hers were so beautiful to me. My hands begged me to let me stroke her little legs and thighs, like she had stroked my arm so lovingly. It seems so simple, but somehow it had such a great pull on me. I still think about it. And can still feel the desire now, even in the memory.
Why do I want this so badly? What explains this appeal almost magical it seems that so many of us will throw our lives away? I had been okay up till then. But that moment got fairly close to doing me in. I really feel the little girl would have gone for it. She is a pretty needy child, lacking in male attention. She was all over me a lot of the time. It seemed like a little free touching would make me so happy.
What it really be that harmful? I honestly don't think she would have minded at the time. Maybe later after some therapist told her how horrible it all supposedly was. But I didn't debate it long. I got up and removed myself from the situation. I said "c'mon, (beautiful little girl's name) I bet dinner's ready now." And it was.
And the temptation didn't get that intense again in the small amounts of times I was around her in the days after. She has moved away now. I still think about her, but she will probably doesn't even remember me. Or soon won't.
I guess this could be an argument for pedophiles not having contact with kids. But to the best of my knowledge, most of us still don't ever really cross the line, despite sometimes great temptation. I just don't think I could give up the little bit of time I have around them. They are one of the few things that give my life meaning. And what is life without meaning?
P.S. This was awhile ago. And I feel I have gotten myself under somewhat better control since then. And even then I didn't do it. Even though it's the toughest time I've had for years. I am open to ways to further increase safety and control. But I can't give up most of what gives my life any meaning at all. I just can't.