10 simple rules of dating my teenage daughter
I was probably 8 years old, playing in the back yard of our house in Prairie Village, KS, when my dad opened the gate and in rushed a 9-week-old Labrador puppy.
I fell to my knees and spread my arms and that dog leaped into them as if we had loved each other our whole lives.
And I lost her just as I was starting to leave childhood behind, passing on after I’d spent a year in college. Years later I was riding my bicycle in the mountains outside of Pine, CO.
This was really funny, even if parts of it were a little dated (no cell phones yet).
And then he tells you what to do on the date and how to escalate a woman.
Lots of greatbody language advice as well as how to look good even if you are just an average Joe.
The reason is simple: he expresses something very true in a very funny way, examining just what happens when Daddy's little girl becomes a teenager.
Beginning with the warning signs (#5: Your car insurance suddenly costs more than the car), the book covers dating (Rule #2: Keep your hands and eyes off my daughter's body or I will remove them), the telephone (seemingly wired to her nervous system), braces (the costliest metal on earth), the first job, and more.