I was enjoying an after-dinner drink at my hotel when a huge but very handsome black man approached my table, saying. “Excuse me, miss, but what would it take to get to know you?”

“It’s Mrs.,” I said to him, as I got up to leave. “And it would take a better line than that.”

Two weeks later I was back in the same city, and had just sat down to have dinner when the same man walked up. “Look, ma’am, we got off to a bad start,” he told me. “I’m married too, and I always stay here when I’m in town. I’d like to make it up to you by buying you dinner, if you would allow me to.”

My first impulse was to blow him off again, then go back to my room and order room service. But as I started to get up, he said, “Please,... Read More