<?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-8483788043487113533</id><updated>2011-09-30T15:35:50.930-07:00</updated><category term='GG'/><title type='text'>Bubble Bath Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>Bubble Bath Diaries is a safe place to anonymously share your deepest secrets and read the secrets of others. There is no limit to what you can share, be it  Intimacies or Scandal all experiances welcome, there is always someone out there that will enjoy or benefit from your story. Make sure to use a pseudo name and exercise caution with regards to using the names of other people and places.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8483788043487113533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bubble Bath Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665341386922556841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhSkwM_88s/TRFvCkhPfXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oVXarCCHcVA/S220/BBD%2B1.jpg'/></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-8483788043487113533.post-4679328660876615424</id><published>2011-01-01T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:43:04.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GG'/><title type='text'>Looser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;I met this guy on a social network; we met face to face at Starbucks. This is something I could never tell my girls about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They think internet dating is bad and every guy you meet online has an agenda or are married trying to get a side hook up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I totally understand their concern because I know a few people that have had some pretty messed up experiences, but I figure why not try,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I may have better luck than going out to a club meeting someone drunk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had been communicating with this guy over the net for almost 30 days, so making the decision to meet him in person wasn’t so bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt pretty comfortable. He looked better in person so that was a plus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He offered to buy my drink and I accepted. He was such a gentleman in the beginning, sooooo attentive, asking me question after question about me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He said very little about himself, I guess because I was talking so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Two hours had gone by then I started to ask him question about him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was when it started falling apart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew it was too good to be true this guy had more issues, car was on the blink, just got out a long term relationship, was looking for a roommate to help with the bills etc.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The more he talked the less attractive he became.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By the time he was finished running it down I felt depressed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided it was a lost cause and told him I had something I had to do. Now every since we met at Starbucks he’s been calling and texting. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He’s not getting it, I’m trying to be nice and let him down easy but it looks like I’m going to have to give him the BOOT!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t even tell my friend about how we met because they would think I was crazy for meeting up with a guy I met online.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think I may give up the online thing for a while, that mess was traumatizing. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It may not seem so bad to some people, but for me it’s major that I was reduced to internet dating. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;DAMM How embarrassing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m taking a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8483788043487113533-4679328660876615424?l=bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4679328660876615424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/looser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8483788043487113533/posts/default/4679328660876615424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8483788043487113533/posts/default/4679328660876615424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubblebathdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/01/looser.html' title='Looser'/><author><name>Bubble Bath Diaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04665341386922556841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhSkwM_88s/TRFvCkhPfXI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/oVXarCCHcVA/S220/BBD%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
