As a loving father I naturally want my son Lukas to be beneficiary of the life lessons which I have painstakingly accumulated during many years of my own questionable decision making.
Take my High School years for instance. Yes I dated, but not a lot and not nearly enough to prepare me for dealing with my first college relationship - which, by the way, went horribly wrong.
So, after pulling one of my senior photos out of my high school year book last night and sharing a much needed laugh at my expense with the lovely Mrs. LIAYF, it seemed pretty clear what advice I would file away for a later conversation once Lukas reached high school, and hence dating age.
I can see the conversation clearly.
"Son, take a very close look at this here picture. If there is one thing that should be painfully clear from it, it's that if you want to be a success with the ladies during the next few years...
"Yeah, you guessed it - you'll want to get yourself a much cooler set of wheels than your old man had."
"As for those vintage 1985 parachute pants. Well, you'll want to score yourself a pair of those."
In fact, I think there may still be a pair sitting around in a dusty box in the garage. Probably piled up in a heap on top of you dads dignity.