Tell Me: The Prelude

I never wanted to fall in love.

At thirty-seven years of age, I haven't taken the plunge, nor do I plan to. I've seen the damage love can do. It pretends to care, but then it tears a person down. It's manipulative. Damaging. It lies. It hurts. It makes one weak. I know that all too well after seeing what it did to my dear mother. That's why when women - beautiful, successful women - try to get my attention, I easily shun them. All of them. They see the exceptionally fine, black man with mon...