<?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-1655885868938752899</id><updated>2011-10-03T03:12:52.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damsel In Distress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655885868938752899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Girl in distress...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051583510742252139</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-1655885868938752899.post-9085368191587674534</id><published>2011-01-05T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:06:49.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys...</title><content type='html'>It all started the weekend of my birthday. I was drunk...and some guys walked in the door. One of them came up to me and said hi how are you and gave me a hug.Gave a hug to the rest of them and went back to talk to the first one. I had the strong urge to hold on to him, so I did. Talked for a little while and then things started getting steamy. I began to feel the urge to kiss him mmmm but I didn't. He whispered into my ear, "I'm really feelin you girl, I just really want to fuck with you, do you want to go outside with me." I felt the strong urge to go, but I didn't no matter how bad I kind of wanted to go. My friend pulled me away and with that, the incident ended. That next weekend, drunk once again, I was confronted by a guy again. I had had my fair share of dancing with a bunch of guys, but at the end of the night, someone came up to me and asked me questions about where I was from among other things. He told me countless times, I think you're really pretty, and I didn't know how to respond, so I just said yeah. Leaning and hugging him.&amp;nbsp;He asked me for my number and I gave it to him, and at that moment called me to make sure it was my number. I dropped my phone as he called and at that point the party was broken up. Everyone left and I stood there with a new number on my phone. That same guy ended up being a student in a class that I am an assisstant for, need I remind you creepin on the students is a no-no. I have not wanted to bring up the subject since it happened, although we have had one conversation where we have talked one on one. I want to bring it up though, I want to relieve that moment again. You see, since then, I have not forgotten about that moment. I have stalked him on facebook and know a little about his friends, but with that simple moment I have been stuck for an entire college semester. I don't know if I like him or what it is, but to top it all off he is in a relationship. With who? I don't know...but I guess I kind of wish it was me...he's not even that cute...but something about him turns me on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1655885868938752899-9085368191587674534?l=doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com/feeds/9085368191587674534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655885868938752899/posts/default/9085368191587674534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1655885868938752899/posts/default/9085368191587674534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doesmylifesuck.blogspot.com/2011/01/boys.html' title='Boys...'/><author><name>Girl in distress...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07051583510742252139</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
