Christmas Day 2008

So the cool thing is that these two got to enjoy their christmas, that's just cool as ever to me. I'm not one to really be all jolly around this season, but knowing that the little one is enjoying her brand new (pink!) Nintendo DS along with the games I picked for her is just fantastic.

Her mom is happy too, I'm sure that it's from know that her child is happy and having a grand ol' time.

As for me, I'm still making it do what it do. In fact, I've given out my Christmas greetings and things of the sort already. This time next year, I hope to be able to celebrate with my two girls- since this year I wasn't able to schedule time off in order to go up there and be there with them.

That was actually the hardest part, because sometimes it's much more fulfilling seeing the brightness on someone's face when you see them open a present and its something they like.

Everything's well that ends well.

On another note though, it saddens me to say that Eartha Kitt has left this earth at the sexy, sultry age of 81. For a lady who embodied and embraced her 'sex kitten' status- she sure as hell did a fine job in keeping her body and mind as sharp and as shapely as an 18 year old! So we here at SincerelySingle the Blog pay our respects and raise our glasses to one of the finest and sexiest African-American who was WAAAAAAAYYYYYY before our time:

Ms. EARTHA KITT!!

No doubt she's seducing ol' St. Peter right now with nothing but the sound of her voice. You GO, GIRL!!

Never Ever....

Think that it cannot happen to you. WHEW!

Last week was sort of a whirlwind blur for me. I mean, yeah- most of the week was just sort of gone before it began. Nothing uneventful or anything, but Friday and this weekend were just a real damn trip.

Friday is the day I decided that I would go ahead and fly on up to Iowa to check out my chica & her daughter since I had taken the day off, right? So I should have REALLY paid attention to the underlying SSSS on my e-ticket confimation. Just so you know, if you look at your ticket when you have a flight, SSSS means SPECIAL SECURITY SCEENING by the TSA. You're going to have to submit to a full scale search of yourself and your carryon bag.

Anyways, so I go through the first screening area, and then the guard comes over and tells me to pick up my things and follow him over to the special screening section because it's time for me to get screened. I'm like, Damn- I JUST went through the metal detectors and shit. What ELSE could I have on me? LOL.

So the guy's patting me down and stuff, and I'm cracking crazy ass jokes the entire time to kill that huge ass 'awkward' moment, ya know? He finishes, then I leave the screening area- lug my equipment ALL the way to gate A-10 of the airport terminal, and just as I put my hand in my pocket for my wallet to go buy a freaking drink- I notice my wallet's gone. Just as I try remembering where I could've put it, TSA officials broadcast my ENTIRE NAME over the PA system: JAMES ELLIOT HARRIS WILL YOU PLEASE RETURN TO THE SECURITY SCREENING AREA IN CONCOURSE A? I'm like, Fuckin' A! Gotta go get my wallet! But this also means I have to drag my luggage all the way back with me. I returned to the Station, got my wallet, then headed right back to Gate A-10 to wait on my flight and get something to drink.

The flight up to Moline, Illinois was NICE. Seriously. I sat on row 5- my seat was 5-A, a window seat. There was NOBODY beside me, so I could stretch out and do whatever the hell I wanted to do. The lady across the aisle from me got to enjoy the same thing. The Canadair jet I was on was pretty booked, but there were at least 20 open seats or more. My flight left on time, and we touched down in Iowa right on time. It was cold as hell when we were allowed to disembark the jet, so I wandered on through the airport- looking for my baby and her daughter because they were there to pick me up when I landed. LOL. I wandered straight through the terminal without even seeing them, and believe me when I say that I was looking for them- just never actually caught them in my eyesight. So I pick up my baggage, fire off a text, walk to the airport windows and can LITERALLY see my girl's car across the street in the airport parking lot, so I KNOW that she's there....somewhere, lol. She calls me on my phone and her and her daughter are standing right behind me, so I gave her a hug and a kiss, we piled in the car and then took that hour drive on out to Iowa City where they live.

We get out to her house, my baby's daughter (Raven) is driving her crazy, and she's slick getting annoyed, but we managed to avoid the fireworks and get on to the house before something really started popping off. We had a pretty nice Friday night, I had to fight Raven off half of the time because she just kept wanting to poke my stomach (I made it a New Year's Resolution to get rid of the weight I've gained) and Vida cooked us dinner. After that, we settled down- put Raven to bed, and discussed how we were gonna do the shopping. I flew up because we had to get Raven's gifts, so Vida and I decided on the option being to drop her off with her grandma and then we'd have her out of our hair to get shopping for her gifts out of the way. After planning everything out, we spent a little time hugging up and stuff, then we took our butts to bed.

On Saturday, we woke up, ate breakfast, got dressed, and got Raven set to go to her grandparents house. A coworker of mine left me a text message stating that our OTHER coworker had gotten let go; so I spent a huge amount of time in disbelief, then I called her back and we discussed the work situation. Then I called home to make sure everything was ok, and was told by my sister that our older brother was involved in an auto accident right after he'd gotten off work earlier that same morning! When I got off the phone, the two of us hit the mall to do some shopping- I HAD to clear my head somehow. All in all, we got everything taken care of, then when it was time for us to go pick up Raven, Vida asked me to meet her mom. HUGE MISTAKE. Well, not really huge- but I mean, her mom is a JW (that's Jehovah's Witness to you) and I really don't understand it or care to know how it happened, but the lady has all of these ill-conceived notions of life here in Memphis. What really set me off was because Vida also explained to me that her mom also has all these notions that anyone who lives in Memphis must be a damn drug dealer or something, so I really wasn't feeling the meeting. I only really went through with it because Vida asked, and because I really wanted to understand just what the situation was here. How about I get over there, we pick up Raven, Vida introduces me to her mom, and in the exact space of 3.2 seconds- this woman is quizzing me like I'm a fucking idiot or something? Plus, she's firing off questions so damn fast- it's almost like I'm getting interviewed for a freakin' job, NOT meeting my girl's mother. That shit REALLY annoyed the hell outta me. Mainly because I don't judge people, regardless of the situation. If I find that I know less about a person than I thought, then I sit back and observe their behavior before I decide finally which category to firmly place them in. Anywho- so yeah, I'm standing there and it's like I'm getting angrier and angrier- but I'm masking it so well that it's almost like nobody probably could tell. (But this is the condensed version, I can't tell you guys everything that happened, because then it would cause me to have a BAD MONDAY.)

When we left that house, I was glad as hell. I'm not even gonna lie and say that I wasn't. Vida could tell I was mad, but as I told her- it had NOTHING to do with her, it was just the fact that I sat there and listened to ALL of the BULLSHIT her mom said, and not to disrespectful or anything- but everything her mom said to me just REALLY made her seem a little bit out of touch and VERY misinformed to me. It's like, if you've absolutely GOT to talk about someplace- then PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE actually KNOW SOMETHING about the place you're talking about. Don't just go assuming that everyone who lives there must either be a drug dealer or some other type of criminal. So then, her brother calls as we're on the way home- he wants to know my full name, where I work, what I do for a living. I'm like, DAMN- DOES IT EVER END?

I got so fed up with it that I simply looked at Vida and told her that for the immediate future, I simply am choosing to exercise my right NOT to meet anyone else from her family. The funny part was because she understood exactly. Once we were home and had dinner, she called her mom and they got into it, then her sister weighed in on it. It ended up with Vida being so angry that she just shut down and didn't say anything more about it, which was fine with me if we didn't talk about it; but I hate the fact that she goes into 'silent mode' and pushes me away, especially when all I want to do is make sure that she's ok.

We talked about it a little bit later and came to the concensus that we weren't going to let anything else kill our buzz. We completely pushed that issue into the back of our minds, and just focused on building happy memories by decorating the christmas tree. Vida, Raven, and I had fun too. By the end of the night, we were all so dang tired though. Raven went to bed somwhere around 11 or 12, I was knocked out taking a nap, and Vida finished everything up. Then I joined her back in the living room and we stayed there for a sec before getting into bed together.

On Sunday, we still had a few things to get done, but we started the day off by cleaning up and then lighting another fire in the fireplace. For the most part, we had fun and enjoyed our brief moment as a dysfunctional family in America's heartland. When it came time to take me to the airport though, it was raining and the temperature was dropping like a stone. Vida & Raven at first just dropped me off at the airport, but they sat outside for a good minute, just in case. I was just walking in the airport doors when the PA announcer said: ATTENTION - NORTHWEST FLIGHT 2218 with service to Memphis will be delayed due to a computer malfunction. So I call Vida on the phone, she parks the car and brings Raven inside with her. We're doing the whole little dysfunctional family thing again (it was cute), and finally I get checked in, we drop by a shop to get Vida some caffeine, and Raven's just being goofy and blocking me and Vida from kissing and hugging by jumping in between us. The whole thing though, is ironic- considering how jealous that Raven was acting towards me showing her mom affection, but the funny part came about because Vida's telling me (in whispers, of course) how Raven is constantly telling her that she doesn't want me to go. That like REALLY FLOORED ME. After they left the airport to take that hour long drive back to Iowa City, I'm sitting at the gate waiting on our literal 'phantom' flight. I mean, the flight was supposed to have left at 4:35, but due to the computer crash, the new destination time was a little past 6:30. I'd say that literally ALL of the passengers who had other connecting flights either had already boarded another flight by then, or had already missed their connecting flights into Memphis, and would have to stay the night anyway.

I sat at Gate B-7 with a very cheerful lady and her daughter- they were on their way to Memphis for a St. Jude checkup. We basically spent the night just talking about the economy, kids, DUBYA- amongst other things, lol. We pretty much figured out that our flight was going to arrive late and that we were also going to leave late. There was fewer than 12 people on Flight 2218, and aboard plane, I sat and had a wonderful chat with another passenger who so happened to be flying out to Alabama for her own job training. She'd already missed her connecting flight, so we were just on the plane with this other couple and our whole little group was just cracking up. In fact, every time the captain made an announcement- we were laughing so hard that everybody else on board was laughing too. He finally came back to see what was going on, and the flight attendent brought him straight to us. Ol' Capitan wanted to know why we were laughing during his posting announcements, but like I told him- literally, I luck just COULDN'T get any worse. I recapped his announcements and when I stated the one he told us about having to possibly reroute around thunder storms, we all just broke into a fit of laughter again. The other guy smiled at the captain and was like, Look- we're all in the same boat here. You're stuck in this aircraft with us, and we're stuck here with you. We're the loyal passengers who stuck it out and decided that life is life. Then he added, but you gotta admit- this shit is funny, man. The captain did finally admit it too.

After he'd gone back up front, our aircraft sat there on the tarmac well into the evening. We got de-iced twice, the left turbine froze up completely, it was just crazy. Finally, when we were cleared to leave the gate- everyone on board cheered in their own way- we were just happy to FINALLY be leaving Moline, of course. The airport literally shut down while we were out on the tarmac waiting for clearance to leave, and we were the very last flight of the evening to arrive in Memphis.

What in the Hell...?!

Statistics on Marriage, Divorce, and Living Arrangements

On the whole, Blacks or African Americans (hereafter called Blacks) have lower rates of marriage and marital stability than all other ethnic groups. They also have higher rates of single-headed families than other groups.

Black males and females are more likely to be unmarried than Whites, Hispanics, or American Indian/Alaskan Natives (AIAN) (42.2% for males, 40.8% for females, compared to 27.5% and 21.2% respectively for Whites, 38.2% and 30.3% for Hispanics, and 35.7% ad 29.9% for AIAN ).(ACS 2002)

Black individuals are far more likely than Whites and Hispanics to be divorced (in 2002, 9.4% of Black males were divorced, and 13.3% of Black females versus 9.1 % and 11.3% respectively for Whites and 5.9% and 9.3% for Hispanics). (ACS 2002)

Among married Black individuals, a greater percentage is living apart from their spouses than among married White and AIAN individuals (15.7% for Black males, 24.1% for Black females, versus 5.3% and 6.3% respectively for Whites and 11.1% and 12.8% for AIAN). Only Hispanics have a higher rate of living apart from their spouse than do Blacks – 16.2% for males and 16.9% for females (in many cases this may be due to immigration complications). (ACS 2002)

Black families are less likely to contain a married couple than all other groups (46.0% versus 81.0%). White families have an 81% chance of containing a married couple, AIAN families have a 67% chance, and Hispanics have a 67.4% chance. (Census 2000)

Single male-headed families are slightly more likely in Black homes than in White family homes (about 8.5% versus 5.3% for whites.). Hispanics and AIANs have a higher rate of single male headed families (10.3% and 10.4% respectively). (Census 2000)

Single female-headed families are far more likely in Black homes than in all other groups' homes (45.4% versus 13.7%). By contrast, Whites have a 13.7% rate, AIANs have a 28.8% rate, and Hispanics have a 22.3% rate of single female headed families. (Census 2000)

Only 44.9% of Black householders in family households live with a spouse. This compares with 80.6% for Whites, 60.1% for AIAN, and 70.2% for Hispanics. (Census 2000)

Statistics on Childbearing

Unmarried Black women constitute a majority of childbearing Black women and the rate of out-of-wedlock childbearing is increasing. Furthermore, teenage childbearing among Black women is high, although the rate is declining faster than in any other group.

"Today the number of children born into a black marriage averages less than 0.9 children per marriage. "The birthrates of black married women have fallen so sharply that absent out-of-wedlock childbearing, the African American population would not only fail to reproduce itself, but would rapidly die off."The Abolition of Marriage, by Maggie Gallagher p. 120, citing Reynolds Forley, "After the Starting Line: Blacks and Women in an Uphill Pace," Demography 25, no. 4 (November 1988): 487, Figure 6.

I Found This to be Hilarious...

My mom accepted an email from one of her coworkers that had an article attached to it. The article was as follows:

"When Grandma Goes to Court"

Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.

Recently in a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?" She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."

The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"

She again replied. "Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Brady since he was a youngster too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."

The defense attorney nearly died.

The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench, and in a very quiet voice said,

"If EITHER of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you BOTH to the electric chair."

Networking Continues

I'm at work, and I just finished setting up my page on Micheal Baisden's new site called ISeeColor.com, which links back to SincerelySingle.com.

The place looks like a nice spot to have fun and mingle, so if you're looking for something different, you might wanna head over there and check it out.

Other than that, my evening yesterday was very uneventful- save for my best friend who's been gushing all day over the fact that I wrote a blog about her, lol!

It's only cuz I love you so much, babe!

Anyways, like I said- do take a peek at ISeeColor.com. It's definitely interesting over there, to say the least.

Be back to blog later, I hope! Right now, I gotta make a trip over to the ATLAND webcomic and see how Lilly and the gang are gonna get out of this mess that they're in- after Bruce talks down his son, of course!

My Extra Credit Assignment

After yesterday's blog- I was on the phone with my best friend and asked her to take a look at it.

To be completely fair and honest, this is without a doubt the most REAL woman I've ever known, and she's only a year older than me.

She's my best friend and a single mother of a 7 year old little girl up in Iowa.

Don't mistake my intentions when I say that I 'heart' this chick a LOT. I'm saying it now, and that makes it true. We can seriously & sincerely talk about anything on our hearts or minds and not get mad at each other. She threatens to hang up in my face all the time, and she tries her best not to let me hear her sound upset or anything, but despite it all- hands down, I truly care about this woman.

We've met once 'officially', but the majority of our communication takes place via text messages, phone conversations, or Yahoo IM.

We try to make it a point that the exact last thing we do is talk to each other before going to bed each night. Which is a cool thing, because we find some really interesting things to talk about- in between sharing highlights or lowpoints of what occurred during our day.

I know that sometimes we guys tend to downplay the really nice women that we interact with, but I don't.

So here's to the sexiest, cutest, bestest single mom and best friend that I know. I hope that everything goes extremely well for you while you're out of town and that you enjoy your alone time from the conference!

That's about it for now. So excuse me while I go and read Gunnerkrigg Court, my favorite webcomic.

Lingerie Fantasies - Part 1

Women think that all we guys think about is sex! LOL.

Pffffft!

What a myth!

Guys don't think about sex ALL the time, what we're really fantasizing about HALF the time is seeing our woman (or ANY woman) dressed like the young lady in this photo!

The truth is that a lot of us guys have downright nasty fetishes about what we could do to a woman wearing some lingerie.

And you better BELIEVE the things we could do!

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE seeing my woman in a skirt or a dress and wearing a blouse or even a tight tshirt, but nothing can get a man's blood rushing quicker than seeing a woman wearing a lingerie outfit that just accentuates and prefectly highlights her body and also opens the door for just a peek at her sexually wild side.

And I mean that about all the women I've dated, including the BBW's I took a chance on.

Don't let the age fool you, I quite like getting rocked outta my world. Why? Because to me, it's interesting. I once went on a date with a very beautful young lady who admitted to me that she'd dated 5 different guys, had never experienced an actual orgasm, and had always made love in the missionary position. She was quite willing to find some trouble to get into, and because I was such the gentleman, I obliged her after our fourth date.

If I can, I always try to entice my woman to wear something sexy to bed- not because I'm going to pull it off of her in 0.2 seconds, but because right before I launch my attack....I am going to take a literal pause to appreciate her. And I mean ALL of her. From her forehead to her toes.

I'm a breasts, lips, neck, stomach, hips, thighs, ankles, feet-kissing fool when it comes to my woman wearing something sexy to bed.

Do I love it?

Hell yes!

Does SHE love it?

Hell yes!

A lot of women go around talking about they won't wear lingerie for a man because they're not a slut.

All I can say to that kind of thinking is that if you think wearing lingerie makes you a slut, then you haven't had that many mind-blowing, toe-curling experiences in the FIRST place.

Call it like YOU see it.

If you're a woman and you can't immediately see the appeal of turning your man's knees into putty because you look this sexy even on your bad days, I'll be more than glad to say a few Hail Mary's with rosary beads in my hands, and I'm not even connected to the Catholic faith.

I can't speak for the options that other men & women involved in relationships opt for, but I know that within my own heart I stay as true as I can to the sexual monster that I know I am.

Seeing my woman in lingerie is on the same level as unwrapping a Christmas present that contains something I've been wanting for a VERY long time.

All women have the ability to be as sexy as they want to be.

In the end, I think that's something to really be thankful for!

Guys & The Art Of First Impressions

Let's face it guys, there's a rather large majority of us who have forgotten how to impress & please our potential mates out there. When you think about it, a lot of guys unintentionally sweep their own feet from under themselves when it comes to meeting a woman, chatting her up, and then figuring out her intentions.

The guys I hang around with are all married, I'm the only 'official' single guy of the group. Unfortunately for me, this means that I can never go around them without having to hear about some 'nice' woman out there, who is a friend of one of their wives, or sisters, or cousins, or whatever- and to be honest, 99% of the time, I bow out anyways and insist upon them NOT introducing me to ANYONE that they know.

Why do I do this?

Well, to be honest- I'll let you in on the group secret. All of my buddies are married because of ME.

Yes, you READ that correctly. My best buds are all in meaningful relationships thanks to ME.

Now, how could something like that even be possible?

If you've seen Two Can Play That Game- then you realize that there are people out there who can play the matchmaker like Shante, and be quite good at it. While I do NOT compare myself to a fictional character (played by the forever sexy Vivica A. Fox), I CAN say that I presented my buddies with a simple plan and it helped them all out at various stages of their relationships.

That system, is exactly why I prefer to be single until I meet a woman that I feel will actually benefit from what I've learned. But I'll get on to that later.

The plan I started is called Being 4 R.E.A.L., and it is ONLY 4 simple steps that can benefit any guy, whether needed or unwarranted. REAL stands for:

*R - Respect

*E - Excitement

*A - Appeal

*L - Loose

The entire plan is based on the premise that women, ALL women- are like computers. They're operating on certain social and behavioral protocols, much in the way that we sort, organize, and trash our emails on a daily basis. You can initiate these steps and have a woman truly gushing over you and the next time that she'll see you.

When you approach a woman, you want her to take notice of you immediately. If she doesn't, then you can rest assured that as soon as you've moved out of her sight- she's immediately forgotten about you.

That's what you don't want to happen. Instead of approaching her like the world should fear you, try approaching her like the world is your friend. Nothing puts a woman off more than when a guy approaches and calls her by a name that she either doesn't want to hear, or be associated with. The optimal tip here, is NOT to call a lady "BOO", "Lil Mama', "Baby", etc., as you approach her.

So for step "R":

Show some Respect. Approach a woman like she has some sense and that you respect the sense that she has. If you introduce yourself and don't treat her like her day is more eventful just by being in your presence, then you'll have automatically scored points with her. (Hint: Show her that you respect her by listening to her and responding to her in a clear manner.)

From there, you move ahead to the next step and begin getting your initial feedback from her during your conversation.

For step "E":

Show her that you're Excited to make her acquaintance. Casually announce your intention to talk to her on a more private level. If she plays this off and tells you that she's looking for friends only, then respect her decision- but let her know that you're in play to make her change her position on that stance regarding you. (Hint: Show her how excited you are to meet her; when shaking hands- hold her hand a little longer than normal, but not too long- you don't want to seem clingy.)

Yes, it's a fact that people should be friends before they become lovers- so don't hassle her if she decides that she's more willing to be friends before bed buddies at this point. Keep your wits and stay on point. Accept her friendship. That status can ALWAYS change later.

For step "A":

Always Appeal to her sense of fairness, love, and dedication to just being a woman. Don't make yourself seem like more than you are. Compliment her, and accept any compliments which she might bestow upon you. (Hint: If you've just met a woman, and the two of you begin complimenting each other right off the bat, then it's a safe bet to assume that you could possibly walk away with her number in your pocket right then and there!)

Remember that ANY woman would want a man who can unanimously bring a smile to her face, even when she doesn't feel like smiling. That's the true test of a man's character and skill, when it comes to a woman. Can you get her to look past herself and see that you would be a better fit for her than anyone else might be? If you think that this step doesn't matter, then I can't even begin to tell you how wrong you are.

And for step "L":

Be as LOOSE as you can. ALWAYS remember that this is the MOST important step, because it's YOUR guideline to approaching a woman in the first place. If you're not relaxed around her, then she'll know. Consequently, if you're nervous, aloof, or just all casually blase- again, she'll know it, and you will be dismissed. (Hint: Keep your cool, and take control of the setting by maintaining a responsible, relaxed, and positively charged atmosphere. Stay within her comfort zone and break the ice as respectfully and as playfully as you can.)

Using the principles of knowing how to Be 4 REAL with their ladies is what I established in the minds of my buddies, and subsequently- I realized that it might just benefit other guys as well.

So hopefully, I've given you guys something new to think about- especially if you always have to sit back and think about how or what you may have done to offend a woman into NOT giving you her contact information.

Wassup?

Welcome to the OFFICIAL SincerelySingle.com blog!

In a nutshell, SincerelySingle- The Blog, represents the opinions and thoughts of me- J.E. Harris, the sole founder & creator of SincerelySingle.com.

When it comes down to it, I'm the type of guy who isn't afraid to admit my insecurities and my fears, as well as my dreams and wishes. I'm that guy who can admit to not wanting to commit to a lady just 'because'. But don't let that fool, I'm more women savvy than most men dare to be or could even HOPE to be.

This doesn't make me a cocky jackass- in all honesty, it's just the simple truth.

I'm that guy who can admit that I want to see women treated like the treasures in which God intended them to be. I'm that guy who can come along, and talk to a woman about sex- and even if I don't necessarily change her views on the subject, at least she WILL come away from the encounter and realize that the thoughts and beliefs I've shared with her, are UNIQUE.

Most men make the mistake in telling women only what they think women want to hear.

I tell women exactly what is the TRUTH as I see it.

For me, that's just a part of the game. I don't hold my tongue, and I don't stutter when I say something.

Believe me, for a 29 year old guy, I've held my ground with a LOT of opinionated women.

AND I walked away from those battles no worse for wear.

So here's my disclaimer to you, the reader:

This blog will mention/reference SincerelySingle.com forum threads. SincerelySingle.com and the subsequent forums discuss sex and adult situations. If that kind of stuff doesn't suit you, I'd simply advise you NOT to signup on the member forums.

But if you're the type of person who likes a little truth with your coffee, then you should be fine.

For now, thats it. I look forward to having you read my blog and/or subscribe to SincerelySingle.com!