Dear Steve and Shirley. I used to think I was the luckiest girl in my city because of who I was dating. My boyfriend is tall, with creamy brown skin and a decent body. He's on the city council, and he sits on the board of a very prestigious private club in our city, and he's known for making things happen in our community. Dating him is not what I expected it to be, though. As soon as he changes out of his suit, he reverts to the little boy from the hood, and it's scary to be around him. He won't just have one drink, it's half the bottle. So I have to entertain him and laugh at his drunken sense of humor................................................