When I made the wrong decision to leave my previously successful fade and return to the witnesses, I did two things. I removed my brain and placed a witness-rule formed stick firmly up my...you get the idea. So when I met my wife to be we always took a chaperone.
At first it was a female friend/pioneer of my wife's family. We took her everywhere: restaraunts, movies get-togethers, whatever. I'm sure there was enjoyment on her part because I went out my way to make sure she was comfortable and I picked up the tab for anything we did. However, after about two months she started begging off going with us on our dates. I later found out that my future wife's father, who was a suspicious man with a witness-ruled stick in place in his own...was literally grilling this nice older lady about what we talked about, where we went and she didn't like the third degree.
So we were left without a way to go out and enjoy activities, looking back I think my wife's father would have been glad to have it that way. Our only option was to take my honeybun's younger brother along. He was 14 going on 4. It seemed that everytime we went somewhere the majority of the time we should have spent wooing and cooing we were looking for the little miscreant. Many was the time I put the little...fellow on his backside when my frustration peaked.
Thank God our engagement was only six months.