Your favorite sexpert did another piece for Honey mag giving his insight on love and relationships. Looks like Mr. Folarin is ready to settle down in the new year as he shares his thoughts on his journey of monogamy and finding #thatthing. Below is an excerpt.

When I was in early high school, I would chant nonsense like money over bitches. Looking back, I cringe. After failed relationships, failed “flings,” failed attempts at being a gigolo, player, or anything under that umbrella, I made a self declaration that 2010 will be the year of #thatthing. #thatthing is an absolute anomaly. It’s unexplainable. It soothes, it kills, it holds, it harms. It literally can grant life or death with one touch. And for this reason, many of us wear masks, metaphorically of course. Masks that cover insecurities. Masks that prevent #thatthing from capturing you in its relentless clutch. The fear of being hurt, for some, is far more important then the joy of being in love.

Previously: Wale: The Sex Columnist