My father and I both would be mortified over the proffering of dating advice. My father was good at silly suggestions on how to stumble through my world: never kiss on the last date.
When I tell folks things my dad said/suggested to me (never sexual, rude, or inappropriate), they are horrified. “How could your father say THAT!” they wail. “Easily, with a smile,” my reply.
He gave me something I needed more than dating or “fatherly” advice; he passed along his warped sense of humour. Our survival mechanisms in a world that often doesn’t laugh.
(Now that I have made my own bed, I must lay in it. Life advice from GCC)