"I don't think so." When I went to college my parents admitted to me and themselves that they couldn't control where I spent the night. The only rule was if I wasn't coming home when they were expecting me that I let them know.
"You're going to be safe, right?"
"Yeah dad, I'm very safe. Here's the address." I didn't have to give it to them, but it made them feel better. They also could track the location of my phone and my car was lo-jacked, so hopefully that helped with their anxiety. As weird as it was to have your parents know you were planning to get laid on a given night, they really did try to stay out of my business. And if something ever did happen, I'd want them to be able to find me.
Finally it was time. I climbed into my Mini Cooper, dropping my bag into the front seat and pu
