I always wanted my girls to have the good first boyfriend. You know, the one who paves the way, the one who sets the standard, who treats both himself and her well.
Of course we cannot choose for them even if we would like to. Damn. When they bring home the one we don’t choose, we repeat under our breath that we should be ‘open’ and find something to love in them as a show of support. (But we badly want to ground everyone until they are 30).