While awaiting my flight at the ATL airport, the woman next to me (call her “Rachelle”) struck up a conversation. Once she found out that I’m the “How to Love a Black Man” guy, she couldn’t wait to get my opinion about who was at fault in her recent break-up. Her story could be a GREAT learning opportunity for you or woman you know. Rachelle and Damon had been dating about six months when her car made a couple of wheezy sputters, then died on the spot. It wasn’t even about the cash.