SEX AND SINGLE IN THE CITY.....DATING OR LACK THERE OF IN YOUR 30s

Sitting here.  Well past my bedtime....and its okay.  It's been a while since I've had time to write, or even wanted to write, let's just be real here.  The thought of creating art is something I have ran from for the last few months.  Its crazy what disappointment will do.  
Anyhoo, I must acknowledge my growth, accomplishments, and my triumphant feet over my obstacles!!!  True it has been a while, but I did what I had/needed to do...and most importantly, I made my way back :)

So now to the GOOD stuff 

During my hiatus I've discovered a few things.  One most importantly....when you are busy, you aren't thinking about a ninja* <<< this pertains to any ethnicity.  As a matter of factly, if you come across someone that isn't on the kind of hustle that you're on, it's an ABSOLUTE turn off!  And well let's just say...I'm turned the hell off!

When I initially came into this writing thing a year ago, it was a challenge to myself.  I was seemingly through with my choice in men.  I vowed to discover within myself what in the blue mountain fuck was wrong with me to where I attracted the dead end situationships I was attracting.  Key word SITUATIONSHIP!!  And I did!  I broke me down and notated my discoveries.  It was wild and fun to explore, date and find out my likes, dislikes, preferences, deal breakers...shit was cool.  

BUT.....after that, then what??!!!  Because it's not always us...the woman.  We aren't always at fault.  We aren't always the ones that need to DO BETTER!  And upon that discovery, I discovered that general sex is whack as hell and can lead you on some pointless detours, and stepping outside of your preferential box is total bullshit! 

CASE IN POINT 

You get horny and you think, "He's sufficient.", "He'll do.", "I like his smile", "He makes me laugh" and that's just the appetizer.  Let's not count in a few drinks, a good dinner, some more drinks, and some nice music and two stepping.  By the end of the evening you're planning THE LIFE.  Crazy where need and emotion mixed will take you.  But then after the after party you begin to realize that it's all a waste of time...that your bed feels much better...that you didn't cum, you really faked it....and the big "A HA" that you are really better and can do better than this dude!

In no way am I saying that all men are shit or even the dude you end up in a situationship is shit.  But what I am definitely stressing is that EVERYTHING that LOOKS and FEELS good to ya doesn't mean it's the best thing for ya.  In the grand scheme of things.

Let's take it a step further....let's say...for hypothetical scenarios that you take this ninja* <<< refer to previous reference, seriously.  You fall into the "good morning" texts, the late night phone calls, the womanly instinct to provide a home..for him...a safe haven.  This safe haven can convene in between your legs, the ride you give him to work, or the "I just threw something together, but I really pulled out my grandma's recipe" home cooked meal....

Then the a week, month, and sometimes if the ding ding is really good, a year or two can zumba on by and you FINALLY realize that.....you can do better that the situation you've landed yourself in.  You finally accept wanted to make it work for your sanity's sake and your fans.  

Aside from all the bullshit that falls out your mouth about how you won't take shit from no ninja*, you needed to believe that he was different.  That what you chose to let into your space was worth it.  But was it really worth it?  In the midst of trying to get wifed you lose yourself.  You can potentially lose your ambition, your personal goals, and your dayum mind!!  You can say you found your strength, but what about the strength in the beginning, at the restaurant, during the appetizer when he couldn't chew with his mouth closed?  But....the flesh gets lonely.

THE CONCLUSION

Then the task of stepping outside your box.  There are some things that just don't bend. There are some areas that govern NO negotiation.  And I discovered that.  Having preferences is not, by any means a bad thing.  I don't care if you meet the mark yourself or not.  There is someone out there for everyone, and you are attracted to what you are attracted to for a reason.  Damn the human issued guidelines!  Just because you look a certain way, are a certain color, dress a type of way, or like a type of thing doesn't box you into a particular category of who is attracted to you.  It takes a charming muhfudga to win you over when they don't at the very dayum least meet at least one of your top 10 criteria, and let's face it....the world isn't quite filled with them witty bastahds. 

So in conclusion.....if you are single, bask in that shit!  Stop praying for a man and just live, stop looking for a man and just live, stop WAITING on a man and just freakin live.  Do yourself a solid* <<<< hood lingo for "favor". Don't bend to settle, accommodate your emotions, or the good enough.  You deserve the best!!

Until next time......be great #liberatednation 

LOST DIARY FILES: LIFES ALL ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX.......

So let's talk about the level of agitation that I'm currently feeling in regards to men.  I just don't like them.  I don't like the games, I don't like the courting, I don't like the broken pinky swears.  I'm just really over it!  I don't want to go on a date, I don't want to get to know anyone,  I don't want the good morning texts, I don't want any of the pre-conceived expectation of courting.

I would actually just prefer to just meet someone in a bar or some other random location at their absolute worst, when they could give one dayum about their representative or trying to impress me, hit it off, and know at that moment that THIS is the real him.  Or how about if we just had some raw truths tattooed on one's body with invisible ink that can only be seen in black light?  That way we know what we are getting ourselves into when the lights go out.

There was a point and time that I was hopeful in finding a mate.  And don't confuse it.  I know that one day I will be caught up in the rapture of love while being pushed on tree swings in the country air, or laying in hammocks sipping little drinks with umbrellas in them; him on one end and me on the other.  I truly believe that.  But right now, I'm so cool on it!

There is so much to being single in your 30s.  At times it's liberating and at times it totally sucks ass.  For over a year I have broken myself down.  I have put almost every aspect of myself and my personal out there for the ones that grace me with their eyes, just so I could get an understanding of me.  I've taken blame for my shortcomings and most of all admitted to myself that I could've done better.  I have stepped out of my box and "tried" to turn a blind eye to things that I otherwise would step right over.  I tried to like people that liked me all int he name of following my granpa's advice of, "making sure he loves you more than you love him".  But as quickly as I turned on...like a light switch, I get turned off.

I swear I'm like a cat in real life.  One minute I want you up under me and the next minute I"m praying to yeezus that you give me 50 FEET!!!!  And the agitation is definitely growing.  Instead of breaking down walls, it seems like I'm building more that are higher, wider, and thicker.  I.JUST.DON'T.HAVE.THE.TIME!

Sex at this point is totally overrated.  I mean yeah I get the urge but when I think about the after effect of looking at the guy lying next to me, nothing between us, all of his idiosyncrasies shining a fluorescent light...yours too, feeling the after effects of his smell, his right to breathe, mad at yourself for even letting him touch you....yeah...it's a cold, cold world.

In your 30s you realize that stuff just isn't as simple as you thought they were in your 20s.  Or maybe they were simple in your 20s, but in your 30s there's more on the line.  Usually by this time people have responsibilities and those responsibilities have to be taken into consideration when choosing a mate.  Not to mention the other stuff like spritual beliefs, attraction, compatibility, job status, income bracket, health issues, sexual compatibility....etc.  When you are in your 20s most likely you are punch drunk in love and not really thinking about a lot of these things.  You just know you love him and he loves you back, and you be on that love is all we need type ish!

Your 30s force you to see past the fairytale and ask yourself if you really even like this mf like that?!  Is he/it even worth the vows and the joint back accounts, the kids, the accumulated bills, the arguments, the making up, the prayer requests, the counseling, the jealousy.......decisions.

I can definitely see why they say it’s harder to get married in your 30s.  For two reasons…..one you’ve probably played in the game a few times and your defenses are high as hell ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR every decent man is UNAVAILABLE!  And truth be told the ONLY reason why they are even decent is because their other half dedicated her 20s making and molding that ninja from a bathe three times a week, non-cooking, can’t dress, all he know how to do is get a good edge up looking ass to the smell good, knows how to be attentive to a woman, knows how to rock the perfect shoe with the right belt and tie looking man that you see before you!  Dayum behind every good man is a good woman….behind every good man is a GREAT woman!!!!  She’s the reason he even gets a second eyeball.

The thing about your 30s is that you start running into the unavailability tab. In your 20s you are likely dealing with possible baby mama drama, some “lil romeo” that thinks he’s a player, the other girl that thought she was the girlfriend too…shit like that.  But in your 30s you start bumping into the men that have probably been married for so many years and they hitting that seven year itch and they are looking for something to “hit”.  Slowly but surely that unavailable tab creeps up on your radar.  It’s a total bitch let me tell ya. 

Of course you, the woman are settling into the idea of permanent and all you are meeting are temporaries.  It’s a cold cold world.

I AM BLACK....

I have been on some kind of mental writing hiatus for a minute now.  It’s kind of agitating actually.  I have no desire to write and even when I think I got the jonz to do it, I can’t think of anything that can creatively hold my attention long enough.

I really wanted to talk about what I have deemed as “The Mike Brown Project”.  It was/is such a controversial time for the U.S. of A.  It was a moment where hidden racism was exposed and people that actually had the audacity to think that racism no longer existed were forced to face reality.   Now of course we all know this is not the first incident where a police officer……an officer that has been sworn to protect all American citizens, have over-stepped, racially profiled, or used bad judgement. 

Sometimes I wonder if that police officer actually has any regrets or remorse for what he did.  I’m sure he regrets it from all of the tragedy and rioting that followed that single act, but internally/humanly does he really feel bad for killing an unarmed Black man?  After all it seems that the world is against us and for the extinction of the Black race.

I know some people will say “whatever” and “I’m tripping”, but really let’s just take it to the yard!  Let’s touch on just TWO of my favorite shows:  Boardwalk Empire and Sons of Anarchy.  These are some pretty awesome shows.  The writing on both of these bad boys is phenom!  And the acting is just as awesome.  But one thing that I have noticed is within both story lines, the Black race is always the race that no one and I mean NO ONE really wants to bother with.  We, the Black race, are treated like an infestation, a disease, or someone you don’t even want to be seen in public with.  The respect for the Black man and his skill and effort is so minimal.  We’re not trusted on a business level nor are we truly respected on an authority level.   Now if art imitates life or vice versa, is it safe to say that this is currently the subliminal mind state of America?

Now this brings me back to reality and our present state as a country.  It seems that the Black life isn’t valued.  One could argue that it’s because we don’t value ourselves and I can’t debate and/or refute that statement.  Because on some kind of level, I believe this to be true.  But please believe there is enough blame to go around!   When you have people in authoritative positions that don’t respect human life, regardless of the skin color, then we have a problem.  When you have a government that builds on greed and free labor, then we have a problem.  When you have an overall system that is so corrupt and politically incorrect that dogs are given more respect than humans, than PEOPLE WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!!!

I am Black.  I am a human being.  I have blood in my body.  I have a heartbeat.  I have a uterus and fallopian tubes, two ears, two eyes, lips, nose…..a brain!  I am not an animal, I am not ¾ human, I am not illiterate or incapable.  I am not a work horse or a slave.   My true history is unknown because it was erased from me.  My bloodline has been infiltrated by an unknown assailant.  My great grandfather is white, but I’ll never know who he is, who my cousins are, who my “other” family is.  Even if I did….find them.  Would I be accepted into their fold?

I am Black.  And I am hated for no reason at all.  I’m not respected not because of anything that I’ve done but, because my ancestors were raped, beaten, and trained to be inferior.  There are White people walking around right now that hate US because their master owned our ancestors and they feel a kind of inhumane privilege over us.  There are other races that look down on US not because we have done anything but because of what history has programmed them to believe that we are not the kings, queens, and diplomats that we once were.  It's safe to say that the world believes that WE ARE INFERIOR. 

The question is…..When will we as a people stop believing it?

LET'S GET MARRIED: ROLE REVERSAL.....

I know I just posted a blog last night but I'm totally feeling it right now!  I don't completely have my mojo back, but I'm definitely feeling good about whatever weird direction my mind has me going.

So there has been a question/scenario thats been probing social media for a few weeks now.  There was this picture, of a woman down on one knee, proposing to her man....I'm assuming this was her man.  This photo got a lot of attention and had everyone asking if the man was in fact demasculinized because the woman seemed to have taken the initiative and took the man role. 

I personally am torn about this scenario.  Mainly because as a woman, I salute her confidence and initiative to go for what she wants.  BUT on the other end I can't help but wonder the dynamic of their relationship.  Who exactly is the dominant one?  The aggressor?  Not to mention that in the picture the guy either was taken aback by her boldness (which is possible) or he got a lil broke wrist flavored sugar in his tank.  But aside from the obvious, what is this pic saying about society? 

Let's be honest, this isn't the first time that a woman has proposed to a man.  I can't confirm whether this is a regular occurence, but my thoughts say what makes this case so profound is her actually taking the man role of submission and getting down on one knee.  I can't stop thinking about singer Pink, and her proposal to now husband/sometimes separated/may be divorced and baby daddy, Carey Hart.  She proposed to him on a dirt bike track, with a sign that said WILL YOU MARRY ME!  And honestly I thought it was the most random and romantic thing I've seen.  In Pink's case the fact that we had an idea of her liberated personality and a little of the back story that led to the proposal may of swayed the hearts of the conservative woman/man.  And at the end of the day she didn't get down on one knee!!!  Does that one knee kneal really make a difference???  I say YES IT DOES!

The issue isn't that she asked for his hand in marriage in verbal terms, but in physical terms she demonstrated the act of submitting to him.  Don't us women submit enough when it comes to a relationship or to men period?  We are human beings and have animalistic instinct just like our male counterparts.  But we are trained by women and taught by women to deny ourselves of certain instincts and enhance other traits that we possess like the art of nurturing, the skill of listening, the power of discipline, and the mind fuck of SUBMISSION.  So why oh why must we take away yet another area where a man publicly submits and confesses his love to the woman he has chosen to spend the rest of his life with....why must we strip him of that?

Haven't women taken away enough from men?  Haven't we given them enough passes?  Traded in our aprons for briefcases?  Women have proven that we can do it too!  We have proven that if we want, we too can be independent.  Time has proven and continues to prove that we have a voice and it matters.  So why take away yet another form of responsibility of the man?

Is this a big deal?  No, not really.  But overall this defines the direction our society seems to be teeter-tottering in on accident but on purpose.  Role reversal is happening people and women are becoming more comfortable in men roles and it appears that men are becoming more comfortable letting us.

As stated above, I don't know the dynamics of their relationship.  Who knows, he could've proposed to her a 100 times and got rejected.  She could've cheated and she is fighting to get his love back.  He could have an issue with rejection and she did what she had to do to reassure him.  You just never know the situation, but a picture is worth a thousand words.

It's great to have rights and exercise them when needed.  It's great to be liberated and live the life you want to live and not the cookie cutter version of what ya momma and ya grandma tried to program into you.  It's great to know that you have the power and voice to be totally independent.  It's great to have the confidence to take what you want.  BUT too much of a good thing is bad for your health.  

At the end of it all, it's all about what makes you happy.  Do you!  Just make sure you can wear the shoes you picked out.  You may be walking in them for a while.   

    

THE WOMAN STRUGGLE.....EMOTION VS. LOGIC

Ok so I told myself that I was going to get out of this writing slump that I’ve been in.  I haven’t written in weeks!  Just so caught up in “life” I guess…or whatever in the hell that means.  I finally got a job!! TWO jobs actually and I need both of these sons of guns too.  Being out of work unprepared isn’t ideal at all.  BUT I’m still alive, I didn’t get evicted, nothing got repo’d, and I’m still smiling so all is good in my hood.

But my creative brain has suffered tremendously!  Working almost 12-16 hours per day with no days off puts a halt on thinking outside the box.  So with all of this work that I’ve been doing and the lack of male contact outside of some mild “What you doin’” texts, I’ve noticed two things:  The first is my hustle is REAL, and the second is why do we become everything our exes wanted us to be when you’re no longer with them?  I know it’s a thought posed as a question, but walk with me.

Now I say this because in failed relationships it seems we are everything WE THINK our significant other wants.  I remember my last “so called” relationship in ’09 and I remember trying so hard to be what I thought he wanted and when he rejected my advances, I swore he wasn’t shit in my mind.  But in truth I just wasn’t ready for what he tried to learn me.  Now that’s a hard thing for me to admit because at the time I thought of course that I was the pick of the fucking litter, and you couldn’t tell me anything different!  Although this process of admitting my fuckedupness is hard I’d rather admit than keep being a dayum fool in future commitments and blaming the next man for my issues.

How did I get here?  After going through decide ably the HARDEST four months of my life, it took some forreal, forreal struggle and some major alone time (that was God appointed mind you) to conclude that there were some areas I needed to grow the fuck up in.

Sometimes we just get used to being mediocre in certain areas.  And this isn’t just man/woman talk, this is life talk.  We want someone to accommodate and/or make due with shit that in truth we need to change.  Now I know that I’m always on changing and looking at yourself, but I’m about self-improvement.  I’m not into male bashing or blaming men for every single thing that happens with a woman.  We women aren’t always correct in our assessments and choices.  We aren’t always correct in our emotional love walks.  Sometimes what we think isn’t always what it is…and sometimes what we do isn’t always what he wants.  Now apply this logic to life and the choices that are made. 

Now let me clarify…..this “so called” wasn’t shit in the relationship, but apparently I wasn’t either.  But it’s crazy for me now because the things that probably turned him off about me have now changed and I totally see my lacking.  I was a lazy bitch that expected to be taken care of and held no accountability for my lack of planning or discipline.  If I fucked up it was his job to get me out of it.  And although my character wasn’t of a selfish nature, my actions were.  It’s crazy how “life” brings you back to the shit you struggle to walk past and ignore. 

This isn’t my typical blog, but it’s an honest one.  Another thing that happened on my struggle was that I stopped caring so much about what was liked and more about what was needed.  Excuse me why I attempt to get my mojo back. 

KUJICHAGULIA!!

NO SEX IN THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM!!

Okay so it’s been a few weeks.   My how time flies when you are on the grind.  I swear the 4^th of July was last week.  But I went to sleep and woke up and it’s the wee hours of the 29^th.  I decided to take a break from my rigorous schedule to take a deep breath, have a glass of Cab, and rock out to Marsha Ambrosia.  Now I can only take this sister in doses so I guess this is her time to shine with me!!!  But I think it’s her lil boy toy on this album that really got me listening.  He pops in just when I’m about to cut her yodolin’ ass off!!!  Anyhoo…..enough about that.  So I’ve been thinking about where I want to go with this blog tonight.  I’m attempting to pull from my current experience but I was interrupted from my blogging by an interesting conversation with a very intriguing gentleman.  And I emphasize GENTLEMAN.

I’m going to let this guy….who is currently laying in my bed (no sex in the champagne room), drinking a beer and telling me that he knows women better than I think he does.  So I’m typing via him talking.  And he is probing the question….WHAT IS SEX????

Him: Sex makes you feel good….it can also make you feel bad.  Even if it’s great.

Me:  This nigga is drunk!!!!

Him: I’ve seen it all, done it all, and heard it all…from the “oooh I shouldn’t be doing this”…to the, “Is this all you want from me?” To the, “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.”…I wish I knew.  I swear I feel like I love you, but when the liquor wears off, I feel different. 

Me:  Well ain’t that a bitch!

Him:  But I think a part of me wants to love you.  But there’s an even bigger part that wants attention. 

Me:  oooooooooooh shit!!!!

Him:  And I think that’s where the fellow man and I have failed.  Everybody wants to be the man, but not everybody wants to be A MAN.  I truly believe that my daughters have changed me.  I see them and I see……..beauty.  But I look at my past and I see pain….NOW!!!! I’m getting too old for this shit. 

Me: He says as he chugs down a beer.  

Him: I just want someone who loves me, my daughters, and supports my dreams.  But I’m fucking petrified that karma will come back for me.  With that being said, when things go good I push her away.  At this age (26) I don’t think I can afford heartbreak.  Though it’s ironic because I’ve caused a lot. 

In my head I’ve created the perfect woman.  She’s beautiful, fashionable, God-fearing, nurturing, ambitious, loyal, but most of all she’s a FREAK!!!....

Me:  Oh shit I’m hollin!!!  Didn’t see that one coming.

Him: I pray that one day I find her or maybe she’ll find me.  I truly am tired of living like this…..

I will leave you with this, if ALL I do is make you cum…..then why would you stay?  That’s all I do is make you cum….I don’t feed you mentally, I don’t even take out the trash, I don’t take care of your kids…all I do is make you cum.  Sex is a skill.  It can be improved, anyone can get better at it the more they do it.  That’s all that it is.   Women think it’s all about sex.  I don’t even think women…PEOPLE think it’s all about sex.  But sex is always and always will be just a PLUS! 

THIS IS FROM A MAN’S PERSPECTIVE!

How many times have we, women, heard this kind of honesty/truth/realness from a man, regardless of age, and we refuse it as gospel?  Or we claim that we hear him (which we probably do), but we don’t LISTEN, or even change our way of thinking or how we act?  It’s almost like we are just waiting for him to finish so that we can tell him how wrong he is or tell him what a man really is, or how a man really thinks?  I know that I myself have been guilty of this. 

I think in all that both men and women want the same things and yet fear the same things.  Leave a comment and tell me what you think about his perspective.

Until next time. 

DECODING THE SINGLE MENTALITY:......THE EMANCIPATION PROCLAMATION OF THE THROWBACK!!!

Greetings and Salutations!!!!  I hope that everyone is feeling blessed and highly favored in this crazy, mixed up world! Even if your circumstances are saying one thing, make sure that your mouth is saying another!  Don't want to give negativity any power.  Okay moving forward......so last week I touched on CHANGE and how us single folks needed to re-evaluate our own struggles silently while we publicly judged others.  That's not what I really said, but that's what we REALLY do.  Anyhoo, it's time to put the new you to the challenge.  Now before embarking on this new journey, tread lightly!  But embrace and most importantly HAVE FUN!

BIRTHDAY GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nothing wrong with having high walls.  Nothing wrong with guarding your emotion and most importantly your heart.  But guess what....in order to receive love, affection, companionship...shit happiness period, you have to give it as well.  As I touched on last week, you can't expect for someone to be all of these things FOR you and you be absolutely nothing to them.  But that's already been discussed.  Now let's discuss the next phase. Let's discuss after you've cleaned out your closet a little bit and organized some stuff and can see and breathe a little more clearly.  You've picked up some of your newly discovered baggage and disposed of it and you are feeling a little lighter.  It's time to revisit your past.  I know that you've heard that old negro spiritual that if you don't know your past, then you are doomed to repeat it!  Well that isn't just for the abolishment of slavery, that is key when starting any new chapter in your life.

REFLECTION IS NECESSARY TO CELEBRATE YOUR FUTURE

Now by no means am I suggesting going back to that demon spawn with the good ding ding, or bank account, or hair that you had to pray yourself away from.  NO!  You stay far, far away from that spirit! Don't use my perfectly harmless blog as a reason to give that crack rock a call.  I am however saying, revisit the guys that you really didn't give a fair chance to; for whatever reason.  You were possibly going through that phase in your woman where you had a list of characteristics and that poor soul had a piece of lint in his hair and didn't meet the criteria.  Or his bank account or weight wasn't quite to your standards.  Or let's be real, he wasn't what you were used to, but all in all he was a pretty nice guy.  Give that guy a rind ding doodle.

I've even went as far as to take notes.  I wanted to know what initially turned me off, and now that I'm in my new place, do I still feel the same way?  Is it something that can be overlooked or is the Rick Ross syndrome just too dayum real?

OF COURSE THINGS COULD CHANGE IF HE SMELLS AS GOOD AS I THINK HE DOES

There have even been some situationships that I've revisited that I felt like I was too mentally unstable and utilized sex as my control and attempt at blocking emotion.  LOL...I know...that was just my clinical, sophisticated way of saying that I smashed a dude that wasn't my man because the ding ding was nice! However you want to word it, it happened and I went back to that guy to see if there was something really there or if it was just the sexual attraction.  Well after assessing the situationship more "thoroughly", I realized that the ding ding wasn't as phenom as I initially thought and although we had a connection, it wasn't THE connection.

Now what I also took note of were the similarities.  How were these guys alike and did the red flag have anything to do with these similarities? What were things that I could/could not do without? What were things that I could/could not work with?  I know it seems like a lot to do, but I don't think that us women assess these potentials enough.  A lot of times we stumble into the next thing instead of boldly walking into things with a clear mind of what we have before us.  I want to alleviate all of the hazards that I can at the moment. I don't want to go into my future still ignoring warning signs or walking away from something great because he wasn't familiar.

NERDS!!!!!!!!!

Needless to say I am still on the single train, but I can honestly say that things that were deal breakers for me....well they are DEAL BREAKERS more than ever now, and things that I once thought were important.....ARE STILL DAYUM IMPORTANT!!!

You have to treat people you invite in your life to an interview process.  Your circle is too crucial to your mental, spiritual, and emotional growth for you to invite just anyone into your life.  And sometimes it's necessary to revisit overlooked job applications to see if you currently have a position available for them. May not be a manager position but maybe they are good at answering phones.

Enjoy your new season!!!!  Until next time.