My Daughter is Not Dating (Part 2): The Supervised Outing


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Note: This is part 2. If you missed part 1, check it out here.

Now that we had decided that our daughter would not date and talked to our daughter about the reasons why, we started to work on the alternative plan.

If she wasn’t going to date, what was it she was doing? For one thing she was being social, just not independently. We were not ready for that independent part and since she is (still) the child, she isn’t ready for it. Yes, we said that. She was not ready. We are the parents and we decide that.


A supervised outing seemed perfectly fine. My daughter and her “friend” picked a movie that fit their age and coordinated a time and day of the week. A Saturday matinee would suffice for this outing. My wife and I had agreed in advance that whatever coming of age, young tragedy they picked, we would endure it. And so it was set. A few weeks passed and we headed out for the movie theater. Naturally, my daughter was dragging her feet a little with “getting ready”. But that’s more apart of who she is than it was nerves. Or, was it? I really couldn’t tell who was more nervous. My daughter, me, my wife? With my daughter’s prep complete, we finally got into the car and on the way.

As we drove, one image began to form vividly in my mind. This would be one of those kids whose pants fall below the waist. He would be dressed like a suburban, hip hop gangster.

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I was almost sure of it! And when we did meet, he would greet me with a flippant “S’up, old man”. I gripped the steering wheel tighter at that last part of the thought.


My wife and I hated to be late and we weren’t going to be. I pushed a little harder on the accelerator.

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Pulling into the parking lot of the outdoor shopping center, we discussed expected behavior with our daughter one last time. We piled out of the vehicle and made our way to the area in front of the movie theater. As we walked, some questions flitted through my mind. Who was this kid that captured my daughter’s thoughts? Would he stomp her heart and crush it? What were his intentions? But most importantly, was this young man the flippant, gangster, desperately in need of a belt type that I had thought up?

We walked around in front of the theater for more than a few minutes looking for some young man only my daughter knew. Was he going to show? He damn well better. No one stands up my daughter. Then suddenly, a recognition by my daughter murmured almost sublingually, “they are here.”

Shit, this was getting real.

The young man approached with his father. He was not the thug, I was expecting at all! I felt a small sense of relief.

We exchanged pleasantries and made some small talk. We learned that mom and dad were a divorced couple. The dad was traveling on business and made a visit with his son part of a trip. The young man and his mom had recently relocated to a different school district away from my daughter’s school. We briefed the dad on the usual (and unusual facts) about our couplehood. And as quick as we encountered them, the dad departed and we made our way towards the ticket booth.

With tickets purchased, we headed inside the movie theater to the refreshment stand. The young man turned out to be fairly quiet but, well mannered. I was surprised and pleased. This wasn’t a judgement against my daughter, more a relief in the realization of her current preferences. No thugs and no obvious need for a belt. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.
The relative silence from the “friends” may have been due to our presence or, the fact that so much communication is tapped out via text message, Instagram or, Snapchat. I wasn’t sure which.

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As a side note: I do sense an impending decline in Western civilization due to our youth’s apparently declining verbal ability and crippled spelling due to the use of abbreviations and emojis on these “modern” communication platforms.

With refreshments in hand we laid down one requirement. I know it was communicated in advance but, we wanted to be sure it was heard. Very. Clearly.
So, we re-iterated it: The “friends” could sit wherever they chose but, we would sit directly in the row behind them. This may seem old-fashioned but, it is the one point of delineation between independent socializing/dating and this first step that we agreed to be involved.

I’m not sure my wife and I exactly got our money’s worth watching the movie. In fact, I can’t even recall the movie with much clarity. To be honest, we were a lot more intent on watching the “friends” than the movie. In the end, we are happy to report that nothing unsavory happened. The movie ended and we made our way back to the lobby. The boy’s dad showed up a few minutes later and we all departed.

We spoke on the way home only as much as our daughter was willing. She didn’t have much to say. But, her focus on her phone revealed the truth. Communicating with her peers was a top priority. And who could blame her, when we were of that age that kind of stuff was big news. Even if this supervised outing wasn’t a full on date.

Have you had experiences with your teenager dating? Were you involved in anyway in the early stages of your teen being more socially active? Leave your comments below.


Rob Ainbinder

Rob is an SEO and Marketing strategist, creator, writer, entrepreneur, blogger, Dad and husband. He is also the author of “Mastering Google Keep”. In his spare time, Rob enjoys completing home improvement projects, crafting barbeque and cheering on the New England Patriots. Rob lives with his family (Wife, our teenage daughter, and dog Lilly) in Greensboro/High Point/Winston-Salem area of North Carolina.

7 thoughts on “My Daughter is Not Dating (Part 2): The Supervised Outing

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  • March 31, 2016 at 12:33 pm
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    Rob – this was great reading – from afar! So not ready for all that – and when the time is right, I’m sure I will think of this blog! Thanks for sharing. As I already happen to know your daughter and what a GREAT kid she is…..non of it surprised me, just reinforced what I already knew! How times have changed, and parental involvement and support is so important!!!

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    • March 31, 2016 at 1:30 pm
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      Leslie – thanks for your comment and reading this post. I’m sure the time will come one day soon for you as well! Happy to share in hopes that it helps others. I appreciate your compliment about her! Seems that times have changed in some ways but, not others.

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  • March 31, 2016 at 3:03 pm
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    Oh my. I don’t think my (15 year old) daughter ever would have agreed to your terms… EVER! But then, she came from a class of 15 students who had been together for 9 years… Really, I became the chauffeur – and I sat as far away from them as possible, until I was gifted with the seat next to them… and not always my daughter. LOL. They did often go out in groups of 3+, just like I did when i was 13. And often without parental supervision.

    You know your daughter best, and I think having had this good experience, you might loosen the reigns a bit next time. Meet the boy outside the theater and sit far away… then just meet the boy (if it’s a new one) and dont go to the movie. She has a phone and is capable of using it for any reason. You and I didn’t have that luxury.

    Teenage girls are a challenge – just ask me what it’s like having one at boarding school. Heh. Um. Yeah.

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    • March 31, 2016 at 3:08 pm
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      Thanks for reading and commenting Hilary. I know this chapter of life has just begun and there are plenty of ways to approach this.
      Your experiences have certainly given me some food for thought for next time! I can’t imagine the challenges of boarding school. Whoa!

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      • March 31, 2016 at 7:36 pm
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        I should have started a blog when she went for prospective weekend. Or when we mailed off the app? Or the day I dropped her off? Is too late for the last trimester of freshman year?

        You’ll do great. And I’m here for unsolicited advice when needed. ?

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        • March 31, 2016 at 8:14 pm
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          Well, you’ll have a field day writing about whatever comes next. Thanks for the compliment and the offer ;-)

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