One Mr. Wrong to Many

Yesterday at a family gathering a few of us started briefly discussing the state of music and how difficult it has been for some artist to reinvent themselves for today's success. One particular artist that came up was Mary J. Blige. My aunt, who happens to consider herself very hip, mentioned that she loves Mary's song - Mr. Wrong. Then proceeded to quote a few lines from the song. Lorrrrdddd, wait!!! Then I thought to self..."who in here has been with a Mr. Wrong other than myself." Damn, a whole bunch of Mr. Wrongs. The ones I liked, loved, and now can't stand. So, what now?

Now I'm 40 and VERY single. Partially by choice, partially by force. I'm afraid. Yeah, the hard core heart is afraid. I'd be damned if another man comes into my life and makes an attempt to destroy me. I've been damaged and believe me when I say...It won't ever happen again. TRUST!!

I would be wrong to give the impression that this is not, is some ways, my fault. I have figured out that in the past, I didn't know how to pick them so I let them pick me. And boy, have I been picked. And boy oh boy, I'm a good pickin'. Problem is, I seem to be the only one that knows. So the mission will be...Pick 'em Right!