Parental Advice Prior To Your First Date

[space_ghost]

Do any of you GUYS remember advice given from your Dad or Mom prior to your first date?

My Dad’s advice to me: Treat ladies (and he used the term ladies) the same way you would want some man treating your sisters or mother for that fact… It stuck with me. My grandfather told me to never date a girl I would be ashamed to marry… Years later, I saw another meaning to that piece of advice. Never really sure if he meant you might have to marry or just date someone you would be proud to bring home. I like to think the latter.

Thoughts?

 

[Other_Eric]

Hi space ghost!

My parents had absolutely no advice to give me in this department.

 

[space_ghost]

Other Eric:

Hi space ghost!

My parents had absolutely no advice to give me in this department.

…that’s a shame… we can all use a little help… see my fathers advice above…

 

[Other_Eric]

space ghost:

…that’s a shame… we can all use a little help… see my fathers advice above…

Hi space ghost!

What can I say? It is what it is. Given the way my parents sometimes choose to handle certain things, I’m glad they neglected to instruct me in this area.

 

[space_ghost]

Other Eric:

Hi space ghost!

What can I say? It is what it is. Given the way my parents sometimes choose to handle certain things, I’m glad they neglected to instruct me in this area.

…i’m sure you know best… Peace:thumbsup:

 

[chevalier]

First time I tried to go out with a girl for a movie, mother gave me a solid reality check. “As who would you go there? Her boyfriend?” Should hear her accent when she was pronouncing the boyfriend part.

Didn’t get much from father except being told to keep nature in a tight grasp instead of acting on fickle impulses. Then again, with the upbringing I got, great many thanks to grannie, I didn’t really need much.

Mother trusted me, didn’t intrude on me and I didn’t fail her. She expected to know things, but she was kindly interested more than determined to find out. I didn’t need to ask her to know what kind of behaviour she would have a problem with.

Sometimes, I would go out in the evening to places where the female race also was and would come back in the morning, sometimes with a hefty BAC and hangover, but never with sex stories to tell. As a matter of fact, I haven’t actually French-kissed anyone in my life and I remember all kisses than landed elsewhere than simply the cheek since after kindergarten. No one known for less than two years on the list. Perhaps I haven’t always been a holy man in dancing or conversations, but I’ve been to confession with those.

One of the things which are silently understood in my family is that having friends is good, the more the better, but dating is exclusive. If you can’t call it just friends (and that would be preferable), it’s exclusive. There is no such thing as multiple girlfriends or boyfriends. The tale of any such development would get a dry expression on my mother’s face, followed by quite a dry voice uttering quite a dry comment.

Actually, I’ve even started a thread about dating and parental advice… well sort of, today, as well. It’s a pretty hot topic.