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Originally Posted by ree-Xi
In my family (I'm Italian), that's the way it's done. It's a matter of respect to the father. My husband drove 2 hours in a snowstorm to ask my dad in person. Of course, my dad, knowing his daughter, laughed and said "well it's really up to her", but appreciated the gesture wholeheartedly. And it makes for a lovely story! And I have to say, many years later, my dad still calls my husband "son".
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My husband and I were dating long distance while he was still in the military. he drove from Norfolk VA to Atlanta to ask my Dad over lunch, on a day that I was out Christmas shopping with my mom. When I returned home that day, he was waiting for me by the Christmas tree, down on one knee.
It wasn't permission, it was out of respect.