Pop quiz: “What’s the correct way to ask a woman out on a date?”

Now the average man has been approaching women since around the tender age of 12. (for some of us, like myself and Diddy, it was much earlier than that.)

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.

Over the past few years, I’ve attempted to accurately define the true meaning of love. And while I’ve gotten close to nailing it a time or two, I don’t think I’ve ever completely hit a homerun with my prose. I occasionally kick myself for what I perceived to be literary shortcomings… But then I read [...]

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.)

There are a lot of things that I hate in this world. Politics. Crime, Racism, VH1 Reunion shows … my life would literally and figuratively be so much better if those things were effectively eradicated. But above all of that, there is one thing that stands alone as the most heinous act that could ever happen to me or anyone else for that matter…

A close friend was recently hit with a disturbing amount of bad news. Now, it wasn’t the death of a loved one or a terminal medical diagnosis, but it sure felt that way—at least it did to me. As she cried to me over the phone, the knots in my stomach tightened to the point where it began to cut off my circulation, making it hard to breathe as she poured her heart out.