It seems pretty self explanatory Jim, but which would you rather have:
1) your daughter goes on a date with a man who slurps his soup, confuses his verb tenses, doesn't ask her how her day was, and uses the wrong fork for his steak. But, he doesn't lay a hand on her and drops her off 5 minutes before her curfew.
2) your daughter goes on a date with a man who speaks as smooth as Obama, wears only Brooks Brothers, and knows which wine goes best with chicken. But, he drops her off 5 hours after her curfew at a rest stop and a few months later you notice her belly is rising.
