When I was growing up, my mom
spent a lot of time trying to teach
me about women. She was always
giving me lessons, little talks, pieces
of advice. It was never a full-blown,
sit-down lecture about
relationships. It was more like
tidbits along the way. And I never
understood why, because I was a
kid. The only women in my life were
my mom and my grandmother and
my aunt and my cousin. I had no
love interest whatsoever, yet my
mom insisted. She would go off on a
whole range of things.
“Trevor, remember a man is not