Posted on 05/21/2006 6:36:08 PM PDT by Mr. Brightside
The All-State high school quaterback wants to date my homeschooled daughter.
The boy and his brother are two of the hardest working high school athletes I have ever seen.
His parents have been married for nearly 20 years. They attend church semi-regularyly.
My daughter has never been on a date.
The answer is "No".
How old is your daughter???????????
OF course not only is he a quarterback and he is ALL-STATE. What else is there to discuss lol
If it were my daughter, and if she were eager to "date" this young man, I would arrange some low-key get togethers for the two of them. Nothing one on one. Invite him to a family gathering [Memorial Day is coming up, for example]. You do not say if he attends church. Perhaps there is a well chaperoned church event they could attend together. At this point [before a dating relationship begins] you have the opportunity to set the parameters for the situation.
Good luck.
Let's see:
1. Does your daugher want to go out with the young man?
2. How old is your daughter?
3. How old is the young man?
4. Do you trust your daughter to follow any limitations you put on where they can go?
Let the date see you cleaning your gun(s).
Yes.
Outsource your daughter's spelling tutorials.
Also, if you believe you've raised your daughter well, and have confidence in HER judgement, let her advise you.
Never trust ANY teenage boy. I know. I was one once.
Depends on the ages involved. First date? Lots of people around! No doubt about it and no negotiating! Curfew explained. Give her a cell phone to use in emergency.
I would take a pass on this for a first date. She needs some practice dates before going to "All State". Of course you didn't give many details :o) as in how they know each other, their ages, etc etc.
Ten Rules For Dating My Daughter(s)
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk, you'd better be delivering a package, because you are sure 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 my daughter's body, I will remove them for you.
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 a compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric 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" can kill you. Allow me to elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: 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 that you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. Frankly, I would much rather that you did. However, if you absolutely must go 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 make-up, a process that can take longer than painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Instead of just standing there, you may demonstrate to me why I should tolerate your existence by such acts as, say, changing the oil in my car.
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 sight. 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 chainsaws wielded on unsuspecting teenage girls by males of your age group and general appearance are okay. Hockey games are okay. 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 and vengeful God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and what you will be doing, you have one very brief chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not dare to trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very, very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Da Nang. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. The moment you pull into the driveway, you should exit your car with both hands held high over your head. Speak the perimeter password, announce that you have brought my daughter safely home, then return to your car and leave immediately once she has exited the vehicle. Do not attempt to come inside or even follow her to the door. The camouflaged face in the window is mine, as is the ruby red beam of laser-light targeted directly at the center of your chest.
You need this...
http://home.att.net/~scorh3/Date.html
I have several copies already printed out.
home run, pops.
She is seventeen.
I know the boy. I have mentored him in the weight room and with his diet.
My daughter may be interested in him but is pretty shy. She is very confident in her environment... horses, school, etc.
But she is saying she would probably not be interested in going out with him. I would like to see her get out of her shell.
Of course, I was simply thinking of making her get a job. Not a boyfriend.
LOL! I'm glad I have boys. I don't think I could handle the stress!
She should have fun now, and worry about boys wayyyy later.
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