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Daughters and Girlfriends

                                  

This is a guest post by The Urban Blabbermouth. Comments are welcome!
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There is a distinction between daughters and girlfriends.
Guys will give their daughters a free ride while their girlfriends must earn their way.
Guys will let their daughters rule them while girlfriends have to tiptoe carefully.
Guys will come running when their daughters call but hesitate when their girlfriend calls.
Guys will shower their daughters with gifts while guys ask if their girlfriends deserve it.
Guys will tell their daughters that they love them while girlfriends have to drag it out of them.
Guys will grant favors to their daughters while a girlfriend must argue for favors.
Guys will remember their daughter's birthday while not sure of their girlfriend's birth month.
Guys will listen to their daughters talk for hours while becoming bored when their girlfriends talk.
Guys will take their daughters to chick flicks while their girlfriends are taken to football games.
Guys will frown when other guys look at their daughters but will look at other guys' daughters.
And yet, daughters will leave while girlfriends will stay and become wives.


This did not go where I was expecting it to.

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