oh I see I see. I'm not really a caregiver then. I'm rather a protector.
usually when I go out with (girl)friends to a club I always keep an eye on the guys approaching them. I'm a protector by nature but I prefer not to show it too much.
If I see it's a nice or clean guy, ie not sticky I leave them alone because he's not going to annoy her. But if I see that a guy is being too annoying with her, I approach (harshly enough to make my point) and scare him. Then he kinda moonwalks away pretending he's still dancing and he was just there by accident.
That's the funniest actually, when the guy pretends he wasn't trying to flirt, while he was, half a minute ago.
You know the weird elastic/snake moves a guy can make to look smooth while asking pointless questions she barely hears and trying to get close like if they were in complete fusion... while she actually tried to escape all the time.
Apparently I judge fairly well, because my interventions were always thanked. The best comment I had is "I feel completely safe when you are there." then made me a big kiss on the cheek