My Dad is a hilarious arsehole, part 3482348234

[I'm walking down the street with my Dad on the way to the bank]

Me: I have a date this weekend.
Dad: What. You? A date?
Me: Yes. A date. With a boy.
Dad: [laughs incredulously]
Me: What?
Dad: I don't know why you bother. You're just going to dump him.
Me: [I'd bumped my head very hard on the roof of the car earlier, so I'm feeling a little slow and couldn't really say much to that so I just made a noise of protest, then I managed] I might not!
Dad: I mean, you're not really much of a catch, are you?
Me: [gasps with disbelief] What?!
Dad: Well you're not! You're sick! It's no good.
Me: I can't believe how mean you're being! I mean, that's so not true.

[It's at this point we part ways as he's off to the chemist and I'm off to the bank]

Now, for the most part I can laugh at this as ridiculous nonsense because people let me know regularly that I'm attractive and a lovely person. It doesn't help my latent insecurities about my condition because, let's face it - it's something most people with a disability worry about. Will any prospective future partner be put off by physical issues? I worry about that all the time. I put it up in online dating profiles that I have a chronic pain condition, just so they know from the get-go that I'm a person with which certain considerations must be made when dating/committing to.

That said, if a man that I date thinks anything like my father does, well, he won't be dating me for very long. So it's not really a problem, is it?

Anyway, thought I'd file it under "Horrendous shit my Dad comes out with".

(Icon is Charlie addressing my Dad! :-P)