Black hearted woman. She's cold and calculating, she takes your love and plays with your soul, never once risking her own heart. The Allman Brothers even named an album after her, so pervasive is the image of a woman viciously adept at toying with men. But what makes a woman earn that title? Is it the sly smile, the unamused tilt of her eyebrow, the callous way she regards her admirers? More likely, a black hearted woman is one who simply isn't affected by the admiration of every man who wants her. She is more selective, more secure in her beauty, more determined to give her love to only the most deserving. She knows her value and knows that only the best of men deserve her genuine affection. Maybe it's the sore loser, the scorned lover, the man who didn't quite measure up, who really has the black heart?