The potential of a man will have us sprung harder than the actual man. It goes something like this. We meet him, we like the way he talks, maybe we like the way he walks too. He knows how to formulate his words to match the image of the man we visualize in our mind. Only as the relationship progresses, we begin to realize that the words that come out of his mouth seldom match up to the actions that are carried out…

My friends are my soundboard, and have been for the greater half of my life. A few weeks ago, I was sharing with them a situation between myself and a man that wasn't... ideal. And as I was sharing, they all had their opinions, advice, and their own emotions that were strictly derived from just hearing the friend that they loved so immensely going through something so difficult at the hands of another person.

In the 21st century, the dating pool was contaminated. Yes, there was most definitely piss in it. I couldn't believe this was my life. At a point, I had to start asking myself the harder questions. Was it me? Was I too apart of the contamination of the dating pool?