What did your parents teach you...
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What did your parents teach you...
| Mon, 08-29-2005 - 1:33pm |
About dating, if anything?
Did you ever sit down and discuss things with them, or did they just let you sort it out yourself, or maybe only gave *advice* when they disagreed with your choices?
Were you encouraged to look for certain qualities in a person or to write up a list of things you'd like in a potential mate?
I don't remember my parents giving me any dating advice, other than my dad after breaking up with one boyfriend who said, "well, there's other fish in the sea..." thanks dad. (rolling eyes) LOL
Come to think of it, we didn't have the "birds and the bees" talk either, I was given a book at about age 7 that explained things and that was about it...
Alison


My dad said, make sure you pick one that really loves you. And my mom said it is better to play a little hard to get but to make sure you pick one that will let you take the kids to church. She also said that a guy would not want a woman who was not a virgin!! LOL!!
And that was about it.
Alison:
Great question. My parents are older, I'm number four of five girls. They were married 10 years before my oldest sister was born. My mom was 40 when she had my little sister. My parents never talked to any of us girls about dating or sex. That was just taboo. The only thing he ever said about sex to us was "if any of you ever get pregnant, I'm kicking you out of the house", and we knew he meant it, too.
One thing my dad did teach us about dating, and I never forgot it, was "never chase a boy". (Maybe that's where I get my stubbornness from). Of course, back in the early 80's when I first starting dating, he didn't think it was right to call boys either. I just remember my older sisters fighting with their boyfriends, and my dad would always tell them, "don't call him, let him crawl back to you". And it was never acceptable for us to go to pick a guy up. He had to come to the house and meet dad first, then go out with us. I remember the time that a guy came to the house for my sister in cutoff shorts, no shirt and no shoes. Oh my God, you would have thought the guy was an ax murder. My dad carried on and on about that. Wierd as it may sound, though, he always thought we were safter with a boy than a bunch of girls riding around in a car together. Go figure?
Donna