Dear Potential Partner to my Daughter,

I hope you understand that one day, one day you will have the unfortunate circumstance of meeting me. I've expected this since the day she was born, the first day I ever laid eyes on her newborn eyes barely open will be the same eyes you will last see if you ever hurt her. The first time you ever step into my home I will make sure there is a rubber sheet and a drain in the bathroom floor. Only as a precaution, because I should never need it due to the fact that I will only raise her to believe a significant other is supposed to treat you with love and respect. I will be weeding out all insecurities, all dismay and all "daddy issues," so that people cannot take advantage of her sweetness and innocence that you could suck out of her like a vampire looking for his next meal. God forbid you ever lay hands on her, because they will also be the hands repeatedly hitting leaving you bruises and black eyes. She will know from an early age that love is not violence and it may be hypocritical to beat the hell out of you in that regard but the same hands I stroked her mother's belly in affection and anticipation to this new life I created will be the same ones you can catch. My daughter will know love, she will know how someone who truly loves her should treat her, and if you do not meet up to her or my standards I hope I can convince her to make you disappear.

If I only have boys in the future, the same still holds. You will not take advantage of my son, manipulate him to do your bidding.

P.S If you are not my gender, I'm sure my future wife will hold the same ideas I do.