He Said Pt. 2.........Dolls, Dresses, and Dating?

So Lisa and I have reached the 23 weeks mark of the pregnancy, which means we're over half way and only 4 months away from having our first born child bless this new, spacious, house we bought for her to grow up in.  Yes, I said her.  We're having a girl and we both couldn't be more thrilled.  I think the thrilled part is just that so far everything seems to be going alright health-wise.  With Lisa's job I feel she has seen too many bad births and I've had to hear about too many of them as well so I think we're both on edge and every week the baby doesn't decide it's time to come out makes us just little bit more relieved.
I come from a family of boys.  I grew up with an older brother and three other male cousins.  It seems the X chromosome decided to skip my mother's side of the family, and while my cousin has three boys I knew I was gonna be marked as the one to get a girl; which has thrilled the other women in my family I'm sure.  Now I really didn't care during that doctor's visit if it was going to be a boy or a girl, but when we saw the video screen and were seeing what was there, or really not there, the first thought that came to me was my daughter, fifteen or sixteen years from now, going on here first date, coming down the stairs after spending hours getting ready, and some little prick who is waiting by the door to take her out, knowing that all he wants to do is get in her pants!  I am a man who is very opposed to guns in any civilian hands, but after that thought I'm seriously re-considering my position.
I am officially in unfamiliar territory.  I spent my whole life trying to figure women out, with very, veeery, little success, and now I have to raise one?  I'm looking at dolls, I'm looking at pink dresses, and all I wanna do is buy this baby a truck and let him play in the mud.  I don't know how to rock a baby to sleep,I don't know what it wants when it wakes up at 3 am crying, or even how to successfully change a diaper without getting sprayed with pee.  Now you're telling me I also have to learn how to braid hair, play tea party, and know what the hell purpose lip gloss serves?  I'll probably just end up beating the crap out of a 6-year-old because he made my daughter cry by calling her "cootie-face."
But nobody panic.  Most of this is just my neurotic side being funny.  I have every intention of not only learning the baby stuff, but also the girlie stuff.  I used to tie ropes in boy scouts, braiding hair can't be too much different, right?  I'll be at every tea party I am invited too, so long as I can find the right feathery scarf to match my outfit.  And I may even be talked into wearing lip gloss for an hour or two just to figure out why the hell my teenage daughter will go into a panic attack when she realizes she has left the house without it.  But I am a man, which means I was, once, a young man.  And I know what little Johnny has on his mind when he smiles at my little girl because it is the same thing I thought when I smiled at girls at his age  I don't think so son!  My life has now become like the movie Commando.  And you can bet my Arnold ass is willing to blow up whatever I have to to keep the bad guys away from my angel.  I may even wear the war paint too!  You ever see the movie Bad Boys 2?  Watch this link and imagine me doing this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4pIJtt48g4  

I can't wait to reenact this scene ;)