Have you ever "cleaned" a weapon, or used stories of your military prowess, to "warn" the young man dating your daughter?

I don't have a daughter. I do have cousins and nieces. I've been present when they were picked up for a date, and on one instance I did warn their suitor that they'd better be on their best behavior. I said it jokingly, but the look on my face was anything but.

Never. It is called plausible deniability.

My wonderful daughter and I. :)

Of course, being a member of an all-Marine Corps motorcycle club, and having large uncles who are cops or prison guards, helps. There is no shortage of people lining up to make sure the right impression and tolerance levels are set. :)

You just implied that you think the "young man" is a sexual predator or violent. Has he ever given a single reason to assume such a thing.
-If he has, why are you letting her go with him?

Or

-You don't think that your daughter has good judgment. Why are you letting her date?


If not, you might think you're just being protective. In reality, you're just pissing on their night out. You made sure that the date started with him being uncomfortable, possibly pissed off. And your daughter will probably sense something is wrong and wonder what. Is that what you really want?

If I were the young man, I'd be tempted to let her know right then and there what you just said, that you're bullying her dates. The only thing that would hold me back is that I wouldn't want to ruin her evening. But she'd here about it before there was another date.

These are the sea stories that dads bellied up to the bar like to tell. It all about them and actually has little to do with their daughter.

The first time my daughter brought a young man home to meet us, I stood over him like a mountain. At 6’3” and 225 lbs, the poor kid thought I would kill him if he even touched our daughter. She was 16, blond and blue-eyed and cute as a button. He was also 16 and looked like he weighed 120 lbs soaking wet. He trembled as he stuck out his hand to shake mine. I gripped his hand firmly but gently and told him we were confident that he would treat our daughter with respect and bring her home safely by 10:00 PM. He brought her home at 9:45 and she was giggly happy to have survived her first date. She’s 44 years old now, with a young son of her own.

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No I haven’t. Although, from their earliest age, I told both of my daughters that I would do just that. I also told them I was going to get a life size picture on me in BDUs with my .45 in hand and them on either side of me and display it on the wall facing the front door so that it would be the first thing a boy saw when he entered the house. They have both been very selective in who they bring home.