My son’s new girlfriend was a bad influence.
She wasn’t particular interested in his (more accurately my) money, expressed little interest in her appearance and seemed to spend far too much time working hard with her studies and trying to get him to do likewise.
I would have gotten him to break it off but she did seem to make him happy - somehow? - so I decided to take a slightly different tack and improve her instead. It had worked well for the wife, after all; I’d never been happier, and neither had she.
So, the next time the girlfriend came to visit him I welcomed her in and pulled her to the side for a chat. The sort of ‘father talking to the son’s girlfriend’ chat that might well be expected, but not quite. It started out rather like that (“He’s my boy, don’t you go breaking his heart” yada yada) but ended with her giving me that wonderful empty-eyed stare, blank and ready to be told how things should actually be.
She was very receptive, as was to be expected; brain like a sponge as it absorbed all I had to tell her. I had a sneaking suspicion some of what had been there before might have been squeezed out, but worse things have happened. She would certainly be no worse off lacking whatever it was she had lost; probably not important, you know?
I explained to her - slowly, of course - that my boy did not need or want some smart-alec for a girlfriend. Instead what he wanted and what she had to be was something a little different. What he needed was a nice, giggling little airheaded doll whose primary interests were cock and looking good (so she got cock). All of this ‘thinking’ that she had been doing was, frankly, unnecessary at best and plain harmful at worse. From the look in her eye I could tell she understood.
I also explained that while it wasn’t a requirement I had a personal fondness for when my boy’s girlfriends had something of a greedy streak, so that I could personally chastise them for their avarice before relenting and buying them a treat. I’m funny like that.
She’s much better now, and although he complained a little at first - something about ‘brainwashing’ or ‘turning her into a dumb doll’; I wasn’t really paying attention to be honest - I know my son will come to like her more.