<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19767343</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:25.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moorestinks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moorestinks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19767343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorestinks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gkt79tyig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03353774748853731715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19767343.post-113429188286180850</id><published>2005-08-11T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:04:42.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new friends</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to play with my new friend today. However she and her daughter are sick. Fever, sore throat, that sort of thing. Honestly when she told me I felt a twinge of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I've been thinking for the past few days that things with The Wife are going VERY well. My last few entries are a testeament to that. So, I've been feeling a bit guilty about having a new playmate, let alone several playmates. It's a dilemma, and one that I've gone through before. Should I or shouldn't I? The new friend wants to see me next week, and while I'd love to play, I find myself feeling guilty and uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say no though, because if history is true in repeating itself, The Wifes libido will cool and I'll regret not having maintained a friendship (with benefits) with my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? I'd like to hear your recommendation for my dilemma? Should I try harder to be faithful, or should I just accept what is and go for it with my new friend and other playmates? Leave your comment, I really want to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19767343-113429188286180850?l=moorestinks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19767343/posts/default/113429188286180850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19767343/posts/default/113429188286180850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moorestinks.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-friends.html' title='new friends'/><author><name>gkt79tyig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03353774748853731715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
