For as much as I write about love and relationships, I still have so much to learn. Love is just one of those things that I’ll probably never get a full grasp on (It’s sad, but true.) So instead of being hard on myself about it, I just use sound judgment, pray for the best, and let the chips fall where they may.

One of my mother’s favorite TV shows used to be Bill Cosby’s “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” I can still remember how the off-the-wall comments by the kids used to make her laugh uncontrollably. Sadly, that show is now cancelled, so my mom is resigned to watching old DVDs of Akeelah and the Bee, and [...]

I can’t lie … over the course of my life, I’ve experienced my fair share of pregnancy scares. It didn’t matter if it was a long-time girlfriend or the girl I met at that “A-Team” fan convention, the fear of an unwanted pregnancy is still the same—regardless of my relationship with the woman.

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.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt compelled to write a love letter to my future wife. But as fate would have it, something happened to change my position. It’s because of these unfortunate circumstances that my hand has now been forced. So here goes…

I’m sure you know the rundown: Love is patient … love is kind … it does not envy, nor does it boast… I could keep going, but we all know how it ends. But the words aren’t what is important here; it’s the message … the message that love can be a pretty amazing thing when anchored by those beautiful biblical tenants.

I love my mom … I promise I do. But every time I give her a call, she always seems to steer the conversation towards me not being married with kids. “You need you a wife,” is the main idea of all of our talks. To be perfectly honest, there was a part of me that grew tired of this constant refrain. But then I saw a video tonight that changed my entire perspective.

I would never profess myself to be a mathematician, so I’ll just leave that to the experts. However, a friend recently sent me an email that made the mathematical wheels start turning in my head. Will the following post get me in trouble for posting? Perhaps … but there was no way that I was going to take the safe way out and not post this.

Dear Future Wife, as the words pour out of my pen, my heart simultaneously longs for the day that we can officially be together. But until that day arrives, there is something that present-day me needs to discuss with future you. While I’m sure we’ll get a chance to learn about each other’s quirks and idiosyncrasies over time, there is one thing that I’m not willing to compromise on.

Dear Future Wife, I know that we haven’t met yet, but I still pray that all is well with you. While I’m sure that we’ll catch up on things when we finally do cross paths, there is one thing that I wanted to go ahead and say. If God blesses us with a son, then I ask that you give me permission to jack him up if he ever conducts himself like the young men in the following video.