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Start here => What's your crime? Basic Discussion => Topic started by: Queen Victoria on July 01, 2012, 10:10:42 PM
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I don't care if you're an atheist or religious, this father has the right idea.
Doug Giles: The Ten Commandments for My Daughter’s Potential Boyfriends
God, in His providence, has seen fit to bestow upon my wife and me two beautiful girls that we must steward into greatness. It has been a blast watching my daughters develop into righteous and rowdy, gorgeous girls. The thing that sucks with their metamorphosis into womanhood is the guys who’ve begun to buzz around our happy nest interested in my ladies.
As much as I don’t like the idea of their dating, I have got to suck it up and accept it (bartender, I’ll have a shot of whiskey). All you dads who are worth your salt and give a crap about your kid . . . you know how hard it is to let your girls go (I’ll take another shot, please).
Even though I’m slowly coming to grips with my kids growing up, I’m not throwing out my brain and becoming a hip and groovy dad who curls up in the corner in the fetal position without an opinion regarding their dating life.
Not only do I have an opinion regarding wannabe suitors, I have 10 commandments for potential boyfriends. Yes, seeing that I’m still the Alpha dog of the Giles castle, that I still pay the bills, buy the SUVs, pay for College and secure their condos, then by God, I’m still makin’ the rules. I am Doug Almighty, got that Rico Suave? What I’m about to reveal unto you is an attitude-laden afflatus, so . . . be afraid. Herewith are my 10 commandments for my daughter’s potential boyfriends. Read them and weep.
1. Thou shall understand that your presence doesn’t make me happy. Young squire, don’t expect me to be giggly when I meet you. As a matter of fact, you’re ruining my life right now. Therefore, don’t try to be cute with me. That stuff may work on my daughter or my wife, but it does not work with me.
Actually, you should expect nothing from me in the way of the warm and fuzzies. You’ve got to earn that. I don’t care who you are or who your momma is. Your presence represents a transition that I’m not really ready for, so just stay the heck back and be real cool. And know this: I’ve got a PI doing a background check on you right now.
2. Thou had better have a life. My wife and I have worked our tails off providing a good life for our girls; therefore, you better have one, Spanky. Let me spell it out for you just in case you don’t get it. You must have something positive going on in that thing you call a life.
Additionally, you must be pursuing said noble goal at Mach2 with your hair on fire. If you’re a slacking, blame-shifting, visionless slug with genital warts who’s waiting for someone to carry them into greatness and who lives by the dictates of his ding dong, then you need to find a girl who doesn’t have a father like me.
3. Thou shall not touch my daughter, or I’ll tear your hands off and you’ll have to “whip the bishop” with a stub. Not only am I not cool with your being around me, I’m sure as heck not down with your touching my daughter. Therefore, when you’re in my space (and in my absence) you’d better treat my daughters with the utmost respect.
Do not under any circumstance hang all over my daughter, fondle my daughter or soul kiss my kid until you have a wedding ring on her finger, a joint checking account and MMA at Wachovia—or I will shove your Justin Timberlake backside off my 3rd floor balcony first chance I get, capisce?
4. Thou shall look me in the eye, shake my hand like a man and turn off your cell phone. I don’t care how Snoop Dog acts and what you’ve seen on MTV or in the movies. If you come into my house mumbling, with your shades on and texting the entire time you’re around me, you’re probably going to be spending the next couple of days in ICU.
I want eye contact. I want you to see my soul, son. I want to look you in the eye when I communicate things regarding my girls and their lives. So, take the shades off, Hollywood. In addition, if and when I extend my hand, grab it like you mean it. Where I come from, a limp hand shake = limp life, Twinkle Toes. Also, when you’re at my casa, your phone goes on vibrate. I’m sure you’ll like that.
5. Thou shall understand that you are a boy talking to a man. Here’s some 411 to meditate upon before you address me. I am at least twice your age. I used to be a drug user/dealer until God zapped me. I’ve been in many fights. I’ve shot at felons. I faced down too-many-to-count charging wild boar. I’ve spent years in Tae Kwon Do. I’ve traveled the planet, planted churches and started businesses. You, on the other hand, use Proactiv and drive a Ford Focus; therefore, you will call me “Mr. Giles” and my wife “Mrs. Giles” until we tell you any different.
Also, don’t gush around me nor attempt to read me an entry from your journal. I’m not Oprah or one of your metrosexual buddies that you can share all of your inner fears and deepest needs with. I am a Neanderthal.
6. Thou shall know that our family is old school. Do not even think about approaching me with liberal, hippy, agnostic, atheistic, anti-American or tree humping bull crap. I was raised by country-loving, God-fearing, hard-working, meat-eating, good ole’ Texan parents, and I have zero tolerance for what your long-toothed, rather mannish lesbian sociology teacher at Columbia U programmed you with—you dig?
7. Thou shall know that I like cool and expensive gifts and you shall provide unto me this bounty, if you’re smart. One great way to earn my favor is to buy it. Yes, you’d be shrewd to approach me like the three wise men did baby Jesus, namely with gold, frankincense and myrrh.
For example; I like high quality cigars (nothing below a 90), Johnnie Walker Blue Label, Chimay Grand Reserve, books on hunting Africa and old British double rifles. I also like original art work, R&B and classic rock compilations, collecting skulls, hunting and big game fishing trips, antique Christian and Classic books, custom choppers and early twentieth century African safari memorabilia.
Who knows . . . I might, might, ask you to join me for a nice cigar session with me and the boys if thou comest bearing such offerings.
8. Thou shall understand that if you’re dumb enough to tell me a dirty joke, I’m comfortable enough with kicking your butt. I’m not one of your thug buddies you can go down the gutter with. I want maturity when you are around my family.
9. Thou shall keep your word. If you say you’re going to do something, then I expect you to do it. You see, I’m looking for stability/reliability for my ladies, and keeping your word in the smallest matters tells me that you’re ahead of the pack and at least a consideration, in my mind, for our support.
10. Thou shall do these three things: 1) Look good. Do not come into my house with earrings, a grill, or over sized pants with your butt cleavage hanging out. 2) Read. If I have to talk to you, you had better know as much about as many things as possible. 3) Serve. I’m looking for a sacrificial dude who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty in helping around the house, in our community, in our nation and with our wonderful world. If you, young man, obey all the words written here, then and only then will you have a chance with my babies. Now, go get me a beer.
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:plus:
He says it like it really is!
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Yeah, amusing. Possibly titled wrong...
how about
How to make my daughter undateable and lonely. :thumbdn:
Anyway you got the psychology all wrong imo, you have to be matey matey, you
have to appear to be cool about things, even when you are not! That way you will
become privvy to information. Once you have the low down on all their little escapades, you
will then be able to sabotage certain undesirable activities, from the inside...and no one
will suspect your good self because you are cool, right :thumbup:
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Nope, fuck that.
Being subversive and ignorant is hard work. Lay it out and if he steps up to the plate then cool. If he doesn't then bury him somewhere deserted, in lime....then act subversive and ignorant
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* Tries to remember if this was the reason I did not start dating before I lived on my own...... *
Nah, just wasn't ready for it till I was able to live on my own.
Prerequisite for a relationship IMO. Being able to live with and on yourself.
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I just pray each night to the all-seeing all-knowing flying spaghetti monster that my daughter is a lesbian.
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Yeah, amusing. Possibly titled wrong...
how about
How to make my daughter undateable and lonely. :thumbdn:
Anyway you got the psychology all wrong imo, you have to be matey matey, you
have to appear to be cool about things, even when you are not! That way you will
become privvy to information. Once you have the low down on all their little escapades, you
will then be able to sabotage certain undesirable activities, from the inside...and no one
will suspect your good self because you are cool, right :thumbup:
Doesn't work that way. Blokes will naturally be weary of fathers, and with good reason. Add a daughter to the mix and they'll fucking *know* if you try the matey-matey approach.
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Yeah, amusing. Possibly titled wrong...
how about
How to make my daughter undateable and lonely. :thumbdn:
Anyway you got the psychology all wrong imo, you have to be matey matey, you
have to appear to be cool about things, even when you are not! That way you will
become privvy to information. Once you have the low down on all their little escapades, you
will then be able to sabotage certain undesirable activities, from the inside...and no one
will suspect your good self because you are cool, right :thumbup:
Doesn't work that way. Blokes will naturally be weary of fathers, and with good reason. Add a daughter to the mix and they'll fucking *know* if you try the matey-matey approach.
If i had a daughter, i would try that route.
I grew up with two older brothers. Big brothers and Dad too, it was opressive as fuck. The only time i got dumped was by anthony palmer who said he was too scared as to what my brother would do to him if he found out :'( I was gutted. Not for long though, i just learned to play further away from home, and get damn good at lying!!
Just saying, if you are too protective it could very well backfire.
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Yeah, amusing. Possibly titled wrong...
how about
How to make my daughter undateable and lonely. :thumbdn:
Anyway you got the psychology all wrong imo, you have to be matey matey, you
have to appear to be cool about things, even when you are not! That way you will
become privvy to information. Once you have the low down on all their little escapades, you
will then be able to sabotage certain undesirable activities, from the inside...and no one
will suspect your good self because you are cool, right :thumbup:
Doesn't work that way. Blokes will naturally be weary of fathers, and with good reason. Add a daughter to the mix and they'll fucking *know* if you try the matey-matey approach.
Not a catastrophe. As long as your daughter thinks you are trying. If he is thinking "what is her old man up to?" then...cool.
I just think if you start with the 'hostility' you risk being the baddie by your daughter. :dunno:
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They'll still know I'd be lying, and I'd know, and what's the point then? I try not to be too protective (or hostile), though, and would rather have her mother talk to her about these things.
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To tell you the truth, i am glad i don't have a daughter. I would hate to have to try and NOT lock her up, until she was 21. It is instinct to be more protective of girls, i think.
I think the point about trying to be cool with them, even if you are not, is just to keep a good relationship with her. Well, just saying, i was a teenage girl once.
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To tell you the truth, i am glad i don't have a daughter. I would hate to have to try and NOT lock her up, until she was 21. It is instinct to be more protective of girls, i think.
I think the point about trying to be cool with them, even if you are not, is just to keep a good relationship with her. Well, just saying, i was a teenage girl once.
Believe me, I'm trying. Right now I'm the good cop--her mother is denying her things while I'm not.
And I've been thinking about locking her up until 30. 21 seems too liberal.
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Good cop bad cop routine is excellent. Don't matter which one of you is which. As long as one is the enemy the other will not be too bad and will generally get fed snippets of information. Information is priceless. Kids are so good at making parents look like mushrooms. :thumbup:
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:indeed:
One tries,. one tries... but it's probably easier to just lock her up! >:D
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:indeed:
One tries,. one tries... but it's probably easier to just lock her up! >:D
The power of prayer will save me
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:indeed:
One tries,. one tries... but it's probably easier to just lock her up! >:D
The power of prayer will save me
Isn't it difficult to make her pray that much? :tard:
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:indeed:
One tries,. one tries... but it's probably easier to just lock her up! >:D
The power of prayer will save me
Isn't it difficult to make her pray that much? :tard:
My diety accepts all prayers :M
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More oppressive fathers/mothers are desperately needed. No need for all of that unnecessary breeding! :orly:
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More oppressive fathers/mothers are desperately needed. No need for all of that unnecessary breeding! :orly:
Those who can't do, commentate.
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If I had a daughter... I don't want some dumbass going after her for the wrong reasons.... This guy tells it like it is....
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I can't tell if it's a joke or not, only skimmed it. If he's real, he sounds like a major cock !
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I never dated as a teenager (or at any time afterward), thus my parents were spared such worries. :M :angel:
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My dad never like my boyfriends until they were gone. My first boyfriend was in college studying architecture but dad didn't like him and said he was too old for me. Then when I was dating a police officer he didn't like me bringing a cop around the house, even though he had no reason to mind having cops around. He didn't like my cop boyfriend and asked me, what ever happened to the architect? Then when I started dating the long-haired heavy metal guitarist, he didn't like my thrasher boyfriend and asked me, what ever happened to the cop? :lol1:
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My dad never like my boyfriends until they were gone. My first boyfriend was in college studying architecture but dad didn't like him and said he was too old for me. Then when I was dating a police officer he didn't like me bringing a cop around the house, even though he had no reason to mind having cops around. He didn't like my cop boyfriend and asked me, what ever happened to the architect? Then when I started dating the long-haired heavy metal guitarist, he didn't like my thrasher boyfriend and asked me, what ever happened to the cop? :lol1:
SO likes to say how he wished he could have met my dad and how well they would have gotten along. I kind of smile and go along with it.
Truth is...if (and that's a big if) we would have even made it to the altar, his ass would have been on a milk carton after the first two years. :LOL:
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:lol1: