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 barrier, and I will kill you. So I guess I broke about 5 of the rules and three of them didn't apply.
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. I said who she was and asked him if he knew them, and he said and I quote, "They aren't Italian, I don't have to know them." Eventually he became comfortable with me over time, and I was allowed at their house any time I wanted.
Today we celebrate the anniversary of the following blog. We have been posting some of them on our facebook page entitled “Myfatherdaughter.com” Many more people are now following this blog.
Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his 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.
I couldn't shoot any farther, though, as we had open sights and I can't really see much farther...) All this for me..I'm so square I'm a cube. He doesn't want ANYONE taking his daughter out, and if necessary, it must be a very select guy.
God only knows how over-protective I'm gonna be when I have a little girl.