Rules for Dating My Daughter

[Fr. Frank]

Rules for Dating My Daughter

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package or a pizza, because you're sure as heck not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my pneumatic framing nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me be perfectly clear: when it comes to sex and my daughter, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup or “doing” her hair, a process that at times can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my truck?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature purple dinosaurs, or feature the Land of Narnia are okay. Bowling is okay. Church Youth Group and Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have only one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, concrete blocks, a SeaCraft, and millions of square miles of the Gulf of Mexico begin just 4 minutes away. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for another prison inmate trying to creep with a shank. When my Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean and load guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands at shoulder height in plain sight and stand perfectly still. Offer a peaceful greeting, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely, and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The scowling, angry face at the window is mine.

Bruce Cameron wrote rules 1-8. The others I added in 1999, when my daughter was only 7 years old.

When my daughter was that age I told her she could double date when she was 21 and her mother and I were who she was doubling with...

[BigLew]

I've told my daughter (19) that she can go on double dates with my wife and me and she can piick the movie! My wife and I just have to agree with her choice!!!

[seafari25]

Thanks for the warning Fr. Frank...

[small45]

Makes me hope my next child is another boy

[pl99]

I say this with laughter.. If anything happens to anyone your daughter is dating You are Prime Suspect.. ROFLMAO

THe baggy pants thing I Dont know what I would do.. Maybe have a heart attack at 37... I guess that IS OBAMA Approved fashion.
Nice post have to show it to guests tonight...

[bridgeman]

Last couple boyfriends watched me skin a deer...I know they get my drift

[nestorpr]

I don't have daughters OR granddaughters and I think it's because God is wise, they'd be the most miserable creatures on the planet with ME as their father! ABSOLUTELY NO BOYS ALLOWED and those types of things would have been the norm. I say those of you with daughters just need to make sure that when the boys come in the pick up your daughter, be at the dinner table cleaning your guns, and make sure there are several animal heads on the wall, even if you didn't kill them!

[BigLew]

I say those of you with daughters just need to make sure that when the boys come in the pick up your daughter, be at the dinner table cleaning your guns, and make sure there are several animal heads on the wall, even if you didn't kill them!

Throw a couple of heads made of paper miche up there with the other trophies nad they'll get the point! Those that don't ...well reffer to my post on another thread..."we should make STUPIDITY a capital offence!--

[Mark]

All of the above makes me thankful that the girl I dated in high school had a father without an insecurity complex. He ended up being my father-in-law.