I learned to change my oil when my friend Adam in high school “taught” me. We dumped out all the transmission fluid and put double the amount of oil we needed in the car.
I learned to shave with a real razor from my African American college roommate, Marcus. I ended up looking a lot like Jon B.
I don’t know how to fix anything. I kill everything green I touch. I don’t play sports. I don’t hunt, fish or play golf. In fact, I don’t have any hobbies at all. I just work a lot.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly how it all happened, but I’m sure it has something to do with growing up with two women most of my life. My mother and father divorced when I was young and my father kind of disappeared. To make ends meet, my mother went to cosmetology school and ran a bunch of crazy experiments on my hair. When she wasn’t working, we were placed in front of the TV to watch Grease, Dirty Dancing and Shag over and over and over again. When my mother remarried, my stepfather and I pretty much hated each other until I grew up enough to understand what a punk I was.
I didn’t have any men teaching me how to be a man and now I’m stuck with a smoking hot wife, a nice home, a yard, vehicles and my own company. I have no clue what to do with any of them, except the wife. We’ve been married six years and those kid conversations are starting. That means I need to figure out how to do some things so that I can teach a couple little ones.
That’s why I launched this Man Project. I’m going to spend the next year growing, learning and having fun. I’ve found that I’m the happiest when I’m growing and learning new things. As those ARMY commercials say, I want to “be the best I can be.” I want to know more, experience more, taste more, pray more, make more, write more, read more and simply know more. I just want to be more.
