I am the youngest of a large rambunctious family and I have three older brothers. I think it’s a wonderful thing to grow up in a house where brothers are present. My brothers are significantly older than me and watching their maturation, or lack thereof at times, taught me so much about life in general and a boatload about “boys.” My brothers, especially the two youngest, were the handsome, life-of-the-party jocks of their crews. They were extremely popular with the ladies. As I witnessed a barrage of young women flock to and from our home as my brothers got older, I learned some really simple—yet important—lessons. These lessons didn’t reveal profound truths, but they provided nuggets of wisdom that I continue to remind myself of today. You know, sometimes it is so easy to forget that which you’ve already learned, but my interactions with men are always much simpler when I remember the things that I learned while watching my brothers. I offer these same lessons to you, not as new information, but as necessary reminders.