Dating is a euphemism for f***ing.
You have to have rules like this to maintain order and decorum. We had a situation at work where this guy was f***ing this chick in another department. Well, the chick was married, and the guy comes in after a couple of days with both eyes swollen shut and a dislocated shoulder. He says he was the victim of a "home invasion" which was really a beat down by the chick's husband.
These two could no longer work in the same building. She ended up leaving while he stayed.
In another incident, I had a professional argument with this chick at work. I was totally in the right and everyone agreed. But she was f***ing this other guy in our building who proceeded to f*** me over on the job all because I happened to have this argument with his piece of ass. So, he and I had a little "discussion" over this issue, and it ended with him needing a few stitches over his right eye.
The Hansons don't need this shit. They are doing the right thing. If you need a piece of ass, find it somewhere else. REMEMBER--Don't shit where you eat.
Out.