It's nothing like spending my Monday evening relaxing on my patio, in my tank top no panties, having a glass of Asti, indulging in chocolate covered strawberries, and listening to some old school slow R&B. Freddie Jackson the Isley Brothers, the Whispers, Luther Vandross, 1990's R. Kelly. The kind of R&B that really gets you in the mood when music was music. The kind of music that makes you think of "That One". We all have had " That One". The individual that gives you that mind blowing intoxicating sex. Shit is so addictive it is damn near toxic. Thinking about "My One" is putting me in the mood. Listening to the smooth sounds of Jon B. I cannot help but touch "My Pretty Girl" and ride the orgasmic wave as I reminisce on my various encounters with "That One".