Funny how things work out though. She had to abandon that area because, as I suspect, nobody would do business with her. Not to mention reports from our daughter that some doctors wives were a bit upset about her hanging around their husbands.

She’s now working in a different community, as of last report, last September. Someplace where her reputation has not followed her….yet.

Or are you getting overly sensitive with regards to the idea that women are JUST as subject to their ragin hormones as men are? If so, cuidado, compadress…..

“Do you actually read what you’ve typed before hitting that “Submit Comment” button? I ask because after reading your comment I came this close to believing that you’d just implied my daughter is a money-grubbing slut.” — Kate

I was looking at it from a generic perspective. I’m sure you’ve heard of Nicole Smith.

Why not apply that sort of approach to patrimony?

Some women, could certinaly do the same with regards to patrimony. Not that your daughter would do such. But, in general, the potential IS there for the rest of the gender.

I watched my first wife do EXACTLY that, albeit from a more mature perspective. First she raped ME in court, and then, after she had a child from her second husband, i.e., her boss who dumped his wife of 20 years for her, she raped HIM as well. Wound up with the better part of a CPA accounting firm as a result of the final decree, as I understand how things fell out.

Regards,

Chuck(le)

Do you actually read what you’ve typed before hitting that “Submit Comment” button? I ask because after reading your comment I came this close to believing that you’d just implied my daughter is a money-grubbing slut.

And that damn sure better not have been your intent.

After my boyfriend and I became affianced, I was more willing to be kissy with him in front of my parents. Still, I think we’ve only kissed in their presence a couple of times.

However, in the current litguous environment, and the way a goodly number of girls are [mis]behaving in order to get (1) status in amongst their peers and/or (2) the missing male/father figure in their life, I’ll bet you dollars to donuts it’s going to be a two-way street.

Especially if the boy’s family has money.

Regards,

Chuck(le)

“If you have a boy, you only have to worry about one boy.
“If you have a girl, you have to worry about every boy in town.”

“…if their hormone-infused boy did, well, what boys are hard-wired to try to do.” — Kate

Girls are hard-wired to do this too.

Or are ‘we’ suffering from selective rememberance?

Regards,

Chuck(le)
P.S. Keep fighting the Go[o]d fight. We’re all excited….for YOU, that is.

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 is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but 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, infact come off during the course of you 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. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:

It is usually understood 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:

I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, 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. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. 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 tool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce 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 theme are to be avoided; movies which features 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.

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. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveways 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. The camoflaged face at the window is mine.

[Note to the young: saltpeter, potassium nitrate, was in legend an anti-aphrodesiac.