Dear Fly Guy, As the title states we are two best friends in distress. Both of us are smart, fly, gorgeous college students in Atlanta, Georgia where we all know the demographic is kind of one-sided. Our question to you is where are all the good black men at?

Before I begin, I have to admit that I’m not entirely sure of what I want to accomplish by writing this. On the one hand, a small part of me wants to use this opportunity to express my optimism in the possibility of there one day being an “us.”

I don’t think she knows…Just how beautiful she is. Hers is a special brand of beauty—one that can’t simply be reduced to a “hey shawty, you bangin’,” or a more polished, “your smile just blew me away,” type of greeting. It’s much deeper than that, as it surpasses any descriptive strictly based on her outward appearance.

I’ve spent the last few days thinking about us, and began to write. The more I wrote, the closer I inched towards reaching a sincere understanding of our relationship. These are my thoughts.

Dear Fly Guy, I’m stuck in a love triangle and I want out. The creepy thing is that the other woman is my boyfriend’s mother. I’m 34 years old, and have never dated a man who was this close to his mother before. They talk at least 10 to 15 times a day, and when [...]