Daddy’s Rules for Dating His Daughter

Posted by Melvin Bray on April 14th, 2008 filed in Useful Perhaps

I post these here for archival purposes until such time that I need them. My daughter’s (who are currently 5 & 3) will begin to memorize them at age 12, so that when they are 16 and able to date they will be able to give potential suitors better than fair warning. I will also begin indoctrinating my son at age 12 on behalf of the parents he will ask to entrust their daughters to him…

Rule One
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re 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 of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three
I am aware that it was at one time considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appeared to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but if you buy into this, you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this 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 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” of some kind can kill you. Allow me to interpolate. When it comes to sex and my daughter, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five
It is usually assumed 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
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. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like 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 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 themes are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws 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 god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one 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 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 a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. (Although I’ve never been to Vietnam, I’ve watched enough war moves to be adequately traumatized.) The voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, 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. And by the way, no one you know scares me.

3 Responses to “Daddy’s Rules for Dating His Daughter”

  1. Aerin Says:

    Hey. Did you steal these notes from my dad???

  2. Dan Ra Says:


  3. n'Drea Says:

    ROTFLMAO! I got a visual.

    Excellent post!

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