Rules for dating my daughter from mom
The list above plays off a repeating joke: “I will make you go away.” Well, with a mother like you, that might be a relief.Don’t you realize this is the prelude to every mother-in-law joke there is?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. 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.
When you get to know our daughter, you’ll get to know us too. So be sure you’re comfortable with me seeing what you’re sending.
I will ask you a lot of questions and make sure you know that I know how special my daughter is. No, I’m not going to be nosey, rude or obsessive about it But, if my daughter’s phone just happens to be laying on the table, and I see she’s gotten a text, I might take a look at it.
If you want to date our daughter, we will try to figure out what kind of boy you are, before you spend time with her.
Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been.
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. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, all-seeing, merciless god of your universe. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a helo coming in over a Wadi near Baghdad.