Well I’m not sure how many of you are blessed with teenage daughters but I can assure they attract the wrong sort of vermin otherwise known as boyfriends. Having once chased one off before from a step daughter and seeing him dangle from a second story window as he tried to make his getaway my own daughter has reached that delicate age where I need advice on the best way to deter this vermin.
I have thought about bear traps but in the dark and sleepy you are just as likely to get snagged yourself. Cleaning a shotgun in front of them only works for a few hours any ideas?
Advertisements
I Was A Teenage Daughter: The Amanda ***** Story
It was terrible being a teenaged girl. The only possible boyfriends were… other teens. Unappealing, ungainly, unformed, unsexy, immature, and absolutely full of themselves. I was miles ahead of them in every way. No wonder nothing really happened until I was 18 going on 19. And he wasn’t even husband material, or even at times a very respectable boyfriend.
It’s tough at the top. :^)
P. S. I did madly fancy a nearly-19-year-old Portuguese bricklayer when I was 14. I used to rush home from school so that I could study his muscles from our overhanging sunroom while he worked on the renovation project below. After a bit of flirting, I managed to get a phone conversation with him (his foreman having got his number for me: I had to let the foreman know that I was *not* interested in *him*, the dirty old man!). Anyway, when said blonde tanned muscled Portuguese Adonis informed me that he liked to watch Love Boat (which he referred to in broken English as ‘the Boat’, I knew that even a snog was out of the question. Which was a shame, really. He was a man, and a very come-hither one, which in my world was a rare thing to encounter.
I suppose it should be ‘blond’ without the e.
Amanda you mean like this….
K, it might as well have been like that, yes.
Good morning Kitler! My daughter will be exiting her teenage years in about 2 months. I have felt your pain. I chose not to run him (the boy friend) off. But I did find that I could leave them alone with the dog as chaperone — after feeding the pup some fish. The smell was enough to kill any mood they ever thought of having. 😉
T.
Alternative advice:
Boys will be boys. What’s important to remember is that boys can’t do anything that girls won’t allow them to do. Therein lies the lynchpin to your dilemma. The rate limiting influences on the journey to the inevitable are the values you have instilled in your daughter.
Teenage boys are in a perpetual state of rut. I’m quite sure you were, too, at that age. An uncomfortable talk with your daughter may prove to be far more effective than trying to frighten potential boyfriends.
Yeah they reckon all men live in fear their teenage daughters will run into some young sprog the same as they were at the same age.
I just don’t want to think about it yet…
Ozboy then you have plenty of time to consider the Shotgun of your choice, one of the guys at work had to deal with a suitor of his daughter creating a disturbance outside his home, he greeted him with a click of the shotgun and then the terrified teenager begging for forgiveness left the property.
Sigh. Mine’s a Baikal, Russian 12 gauge, break action over-and-under with ejectors; used to be used by the Soviet Olympic trap shooting teams in the 80s. I s’pose that’ll do 😆
Ozboy it’s the threat that works or a stern countenance that works heck the young pups can tower over you but confidence rules as they have no idea that the old man has more tricks up his sleeve. and we do.
Nothing wrong with a baikal.
Russian stuff was usually reliable.
My mate’s got two teenage daughters. He’s also a black belt in something or other. Reckons any and all boyfriends are required to – and I quote verbatim – “check their gonads into his jar” – before they’re allowed to take his girls out.
Ozgirl turns one in a couple of weeks, so I’ve a dozen years at least before I’m faced with your problem 😉
Ozboy being the father of a teenage daughter you have something to look forward to, especially if you remember what what you were like at that age. There was a reason why I was not allowed to take my girlfriends into my bedroom. One being my father catching my eldest brother with his girlfriend. Which was unfair because all I would have done was some snogging.