I’m pretty lucky that my close girlfriends are always incredible at giving advice and that I’m not afraid to tell them anything, and that my guy friends are pretty much the same (minus issues no guys ever want to hear about). Since I grew up without brothers, I have been lucky to develop a close brother-sister like relationship with many of my male cousins, who I often go to for advice. I ask for boy advice a lot, mainly because I can’t understand guys my age, even if my life depended on it. All of these people give great advice, but at the end of the day, my dad gives the best boy advice.

It is pretty simple why: because he was once a boy my age, and because he has a superhero-like sense of telling if someone is going to screw me over or not. He is right 100 percent of the time; it kind of blows my mind.

The first and only time I have ever gotten my heart broken, my dad was the first person to detect that the guy was bad news. I denied it even when it was obvious—like how when they met, he wouldn’t even look my dad in the eye, and how often I could tell my dad knew I was hiding something. When it all broke down, I texted my dad what happened, and he comforted me when I got home from work. There was no “I was right all along” or “I told you so." He let me cry and watched "Degrassi" with me.

My well-being is my dad’s first priority. It’s why he has worked hard his entire life and continues to work to make sure I have the good life and education I deserve. When it comes to relationships, he wants me to be with the best person I can find for myself. Also, my dad knows my best interests at heart and my type probably more than anyone else. To this day, I think he regrets the moment he decided to mutter, “Meghan, look out for #19; I think you’ll like him” when he took me to a Blackhawks game in high school. This past winter break, he called me downstairs to make sure I saw the funny Rob Gronkowski jersey commercial. Every time Justin Bieber does something stupid, my dad asks, “Did you hear what your boyfriend did today?” My dad gets me. He calls them “the pretty boys” but mostly “dorks” because he manages to bring in humor to literally any situation.

I know this doesn’t apply to everyone, but I am very lucky to have such a close relationship with my dad. For girls who are in the same boat as me, I think we can all agree that nobody knows who we are or what is best for us other than our dads.

Another big reason is because dads have been there; they were college guys once. They know what goes down at college parties and bars. They know way more than they want to admit, but they also know that there are plenty of great guys with good intentions out there. That’s why I tell my dad about my experiences. I have even told him some of the dumbest ways guys have attempted to get me to try to hook up with them at parties, and my dad and I laugh together at the stupidity.

My dad knows what is best for me, what makes me happy and how guys my age think. My dad is one of my very best friends. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, so of course I go to him for advice.

And to the girls who have close relationships with their dads but think it will be awkward if you ask your dad for boy advice, just do it. I promise it will make your relationship better.