My husband loves to tell a story about his buddy, Dave. Dave's daughter had a date with a new boy. When the young man arrived, Dave greeted him at the door. "I'm working on something in the kitchen," he said. "Come on in."

Being an avid outdoorsman -- not to mention the father of three girls -- Jim appreciates the not-so-subtle message in his buddy's welcoming gesture.

In fact, Jim promises our daughters he'll be similarly occupied when some brave boy rings our doorbell. Usually, his fantasy of intimidation generates sighs and eye rolling.

Recalling the lewd and lascivious ideas that occupied their own thoughts when they were teens, they can't bear the notion that their innocent, unspoiled girls might play the starring role in some boy's dream of romance.

In my husband's case, the idea that our daughters willone day end up in the arms of some undeserving boys makes his face scrunch up in painful horror.

It's not that they wouldn't enjoy being asked to school dances, movies or casual restaurant dinners. It's that high school dating -- in the manner my husband fears -- doesn't happen much anymore.

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