As a guy who was in high school once upon a while ago, there were two ways this whole situation tended to manifest. Type A was the kind of absolute idiots who literally did stuff talked about in this thread, and to whom even relative wimps like me were disrespectful in return–as an example, a girl I dated had a father whose opening line upon meeting me was “Son, I don’t care who you are, you can’t outrun a .357 and you’d best keep that in mind when dating my daughter.” My immediate response, without even thinking, was “Maybe not, but I can hit you from farther away with my .303 anyway.” Needless to say, perhaps, said daughter had no respect for her father’s bullshit and introduced me to a few delights, most notably third base.
On the other hand, I’ve had guys who carried off the attitude that, say, Shodan’s later posts seems to represent, namely, they could make “Hi, Z, nice to meet you. My daughter tells me you started dating at band camp?” sound an awful lot like “I have her back if she needs me to. If you don’t have her best interests at heart, you might wish to think about that.” I can respect that as long as it’s carried out with respect to the choices and well-being of said daughter.
Now, on the other hand, when I met my dear wife’s grandmother, who’s in her '80s, she took me down to their basement ostensibly to show me some woodworking project the grandfather was working on but instead showed me the splintered hinges of the inner basement door. “See this, son? I shouldered that down last week when I locked myself out with the stove on. If you aren’t good to her, well, I hope you’re tougher than a solid-oak exterior door.” and then she flexed. Nae, I shit ye not.
Nana’s pretty damn cool.
Anyway.
The biggest problem I think parents face, and I say this as someone planning on being a father in the near future, is this. Removing gender from the equation, there’s a transition point where your children go from needing your decisions all the time in order to be safe and healthy to needing you to not even offer advice unless offered because independence is the end goal. The particulars of that transition are in a large part where the difficulty lies–I can’t imagine catsix suggesting that any guys in this thread are scum if they make decisions about bedtime or friends played with or hell, what food is eaten and what clothes are worn for their 3-5 year old kids. I can’t imagine her objecting to basics like curfew-setting and homework completion. The problem is twofold–the transition between total control and little/no control, and the urge of many men and some women (in my experience) to really want to go absolutely apeshit in defense of their offspring.
When my wife and I joke about this, it’s either in the context of HER giving the “You hurt my baby and I will hurt you.” speech or me riffing on “Yeah, we want to teach self-reliance, I figure we start her on karate at 4 and move to knives at 6…‘Hey, little girl, your daddy said it was okay if I gave you a ride home from scaaaaaaaaugh.’ ‘Daddy said anyone who says that doesn’t need their eye anymore. sweet kindergardener smile’.”
As another addenda, that firmer-than-necessary handshake stuff is in fact crap. The only guy I know who seriously does that is my uncle, and he’s a broken-down alcoholic who did it to me for a decade until I was fifteen and just about broke every bone from his wrist up (by squeezing back until he knocked it off) because I was sick of his shit.