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  <updated>2008-07-23T21:51:02-05:00</updated>
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    <title>waiting</title>
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    <published>2008-07-23T21:51:02-05:00</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T21:51:02-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>necolle</name>
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    <category term="Sex &amp; Relationships" />
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>So this is my first entry. I am not writing this blog for any reason. I just have a racing mind and need a semi-safe place to put it. </p>
<p>I feel like I am waiting for some big event in life. I have been in a relationship for three years and it is hard not to have expectations. I think girls are programmed to want this fantasy.  You know man, kid, car, and house. Yikes, am I being too pissy about it.</p>
<p>Sometime I wish I could join a convent. No men and no sexual worries. I think that I would find a way to think about them anyways. </p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>So this is my first entry. I am not writing this blog for any reason. I just have a racing mind and need a semi-safe place to put it. </p>
<p>I feel like I am waiting for some big event in life. I have been in a relationship for three years and it is hard not to have expectations. I think girls are programmed to want this fantasy.  You know man, kid, car, and house. Yikes, am I being too pissy about it.</p>
<p>Sometime I wish I could join a convent. No men and no sexual worries. I think that I would find a way to think about them anyways. </p>
<p>I wonder if others feel that relationship expectations take up too much of their time. I'd rather be riding my bike or something but nope I am obessing about HIM.</p>
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