A few years back I went on dating strike. It wasn’t that I was upset with men. (I love you all appropriately.) It was more that I was really angry and in no position to be dating anyone. I’d gotten out of a bad, long-term relationship with the starter husband and was ready to lay waste to anyone who dared to look upon me. But now, after mellowing, learning, loving and some self-discovery I have finally stamped myself with the label “No Longer Too Angry To Date.” Meaning … Lawd, I’m going back out there again.