I’m the type of stern father that isn’t going let his daughter date just any old punk, and I made sure that she knew that going into college. I had been able to keep the nasty boys of high school away from her, and now I finally felt like it was time for her to be a “big girl”. I know we all experimented in high school, and I know that she understands all of the “safe aspects” that come along with dating – I’m not too worried about that.

What I am worried about, is that she might fall in with the wrong guy. When you start to go out with the wrong people, it’s going to change the way you look at life. My daughter was on track to be an honors student, and she had actually just received an academic scholarship from her school.

I always wanted my daughter to grow up and become a doctor or something, but she’s going to school for entrepreneurship. I know that money makes the world go around, so I’m fine with that. This would be the first college date that my daughter had ever gone on, and I was hoping that it might be the last – but even as her father, I know that isn’t going to happen.

I dated her mother in college, so who am I to judge? This boy could very well be her husband, and I happen to be pretty fond of the kid. If I wasn’t, I definitely wouldn’t have let my daughter go out with him. Like I said before, I always look out for my baby girl! I wasn’t going to be walking her down the aisle anytime soon, but I felt like this was a rather large step in her life. Beginning a relationship like this one was going to be serious, and the moment I met Paul (who is the boy, well, I’ll call him a young man from now on) who is taking my daughter out. He looked me right in the eye and said “I really, really like your daughter; sir”.

My wife was getting my daughter ready for the night, styling her hair with the curler that I bought my girls from That’s Foxy (it was a Christmas gift from last year, still working as well as we’d like!). When she finished up with her hair, my wife started to look around like she had just dropped something.

She asked “where is it!?” and got down on her knees, looking through the carpet as if she was trying to find a needle in a hay stack. I tried to calm her down and make sure she let me know what to look for, because I feel as if I have an eagle eye of sorts. She tells me that she’s one of her mothers favorite earrings, and she had just been looking to put it on my daughter.
I understand why she was upset, as her mother is no longer with us – but I let out a small chuckle as soon as I saw a shimmer on the night-table beside our bed. I walked over like a suave cop from the 70’s, you know, those ones in the movies! I picked up the earring and turned towards her, saying “is this what you’re looking for”? I had a smirk on my face, and my wife let out a massive sigh of relief – I got to play the role of Batman once again!

Paul came over around 9 PM and told us that he would have my daughter back by midnight, and I told him not to be any later than that. I have trust in Paul, and I also have trust in the selection of men my daughter happens to have. I can’t control her life, but I can still help her make tough decisions when its necessary. If she wants me to check up on whether I like a young man or not, I have no problem with doing that – Paul is a great guy in my books.