Dating Part Deux

“Dad, I read your blog.” says Jennifer.

“Cool, you can’t date until your sixteen.” advises dad.

“What about your blog and when I’m ready for boys and dating?”  she asks.

“You are never going to be ready!” laughs mom.

This brings up the whole other half of the equation.  What about your daughter’s dating?  I think it’s fair to say that it’s a subject many dad’s jest about, like the shotgun in the lap, but in reality don’t want to talk about it.  My sister passed away at twelve years old, so I did not get to witness any future teenage years involving my parents and my sister.  You could say that I am completely clueless on how to deal with my daughter and future boyfriends that will come into the picture, so I am thankful that my oldest is a son and that I have been able to watch how his female friends’ parents handle things thus far.

The number one rule seems to be have the boys come to your house.  We haven’t seen much of my son over the last year on Friday and Saturday night because there is always something going on at some young lady’s house.  The daughter stays home and invites over a handful of people for playing on the Wii, scrabble, movies, ect.  The crowd is always co-ed and the parents are always home.  Some smart people sure live around here.

Not to be biased, but my daughter is blonde, blue-eyed and 5′9″ and getting taller by the minute.  I know the boys are going to be coming, but we still have time.  She is still taller than most boys her age and that can be intimidating to the young men.  She still seems interested in just hanging out with her girlfriends. 

Got to go polish my shotgun.  See ya!

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