Many men go through two stages in life when we are desperately obsessed with trying to fathom -- and helplessly at the mercy of -- the wonder, mystery and sheer exasperation of what makes teenage girls tick. First as a teenage boy; second, a couple of decades later, as a father. Though we’re doomed to fail miserably in this quest each time, it certainly is a wild ride, albeit not one for the squeamish or faint-hearted.