One Man’s Confession: I’ve been sitting here for the past few hours, stuck in this same spot, trying to arrive at an answer to this one pressing question. Where did you come from? And I don’t mean that in a manner that would suggest some sort of displeasure in your arrival, but really … where did you come from???

A major problem in the dating world is there aren’t enough people willing to give themselves an honest self-evaluation. This lack of internal honesty starts to create a problem when the advances of deserving people are dismissed with phrases like “I can’t be with them … they aren’t on my level.”

In a perfect world, a man could openly express any of the following sentiments to his special lady without fear of break up or bodily injury: “Baby, those late night Waffle House trips are starting to catch up with you.” “Hey, why can’t I see the top of your underwear anymore?” Read more…

I ran into a beautiful young lady today, who after a brief conversation, began to lament about the fact that way too men appear to be put off by her success, and ultimately her independence. I could tell that this was really getting to her, so I gave her my card, and asked her to visit my site.

It’s a beautiful day, which means it’s also a beautiful opportunity to learn more about the main thing that binds us together on this website—our desire to understand and appreciate love.

Looking back over my relationship resume, I can safely say that I’ve done my fair share of things that have caused me embarrassment in the name of impressing a girl.

Dear Fly Guy, I love your column, and could really use your help. I’m not sure how to say this delicately, so I’ll just come right out with it. I HATE MY HUSBAND. I despise everything about him, and I’m appalled at the woman I’ve become since we’ve been married.

I’ve had my fair share of failed moments when it comes to gaining the attention and affection of a young lady. But through all of my forays into the dating waters, what I’ve never done is send a compromising camera phone picture of myself. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, if that’s what floats your boat.

Let me address this right off the bat. This post should not be seen as an indictment on your ability to effectively flirt with women. I think that we—and by we, I’m referring to myself and your close loved ones—can all agree that you are the man when it comes to wooing the ladies.

It’s been a while since I’ve shared this piece, but I have this sneaking suspicion that at this very moment, someone needs to read these words. I pray that you see the heart behind them, and that they mean as much to you, as they did to me when I wrote them.)