I've only had one man-to-man talk with my dad, despite me being a girl. It was, of course, the talk. It was pretty funny, actually, since I was eight at the time (my brother was twelve, see, and my dad thought he could do it all at once) and yet still knew more about it than him thanks to an early obsession with pregnancy (I just thought it was cool that people could make people. The whole sexual side of it, that people did it for fun, was a later revelation.) The whole thing went down the drain when he asked if I had any questions and I said, "How does mom feel with her clothes off?" He said, "Fine, thank you," and we never spoke of man-to-man things again.