Week One of my Summer Love contest with Roc4life and Rocawear has come and gone, and I’m happy to announce that we have a winner. Here is the winning submission from Round One, which was submitted by Jeanine aka Private Caller.

I’m not going to waste your time trying to create some complex, poetic explanation for why I feel the way that I do. Because no matter how perfect the words may sound leaving my lips, they will almost certainly fall short of my heart’s expectation.

Dear Misguided Men, I need you to do me a favor. I need you all to stop. Now before I elaborate on exactly what that entails, I’d like to share some of the recent work turned in by one of the wayward members of our male coalition.

So here is your official fly question for the month of May: What is your definition of summer love? Trust me; you need to answer this question. Have I ever steered you wrong? (don’t answer that.)

So here’s the scenario. You’ve been waiting your whole life to meet that special someone, and as fate would have it, you finally meet them. As the relationship matures, there’s one glaring problem that deters you from taking the next logical step with them.

Dear Fly Guy, I read your column everyday, and finally decided to ask you for some help with the ladies. I’m not shy at all, but I seem to have a hard time figuring out what to say or do when I approach someone that I’m interested in. Can you give me some advice on what I should do?

I’ve rehearsed this conversation over a thousand times in my head, and still don’t know where to begin. As easy as it was for me to fall in love with you, I have found it to be just as hard, if not more difficult, to pick myself back up and walk away from this relationship.