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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGN2sj6g2Pg0Ufd7Z-_vSpSI6c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EjGN2sj6g2Pg0Ufd7Z-_vSpSI6c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BVcCV/~4/sWDi70NbxDc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/feeds/2758004529674439183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/2010/12/ideas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657966189873604782/posts/default/2758004529674439183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657966189873604782/posts/default/2758004529674439183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BVcCV/~3/sWDi70NbxDc/ideas.html" title="Ideas" /><author><name>SerialDater</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/2010/12/ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IEQ3g-fip7ImA9Wx9QFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657966189873604782.post-8626602793399951983</id><published>2010-12-28T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:05:02.656-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-28T10:05:02.656-08:00</app:edited><title>Insecurities surface</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only when I become attracted enough to become vulnerable do I then fully experience my insecurities. It's been so easy categorizing my relationships into meaningful friendships and recreational pursuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did I choose to go down this road again. Old feelings of trust, rejection and abandonment surface. Why do emotions complicate things? Living with heart doesn't offer any more upside highs than living thoughtfully and logically. In fact, I think it's just plain stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657966189873604782-8626602793399951983?l=confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O7UiSYa0sAbh9rifqJ1S6vAJeYA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O7UiSYa0sAbh9rifqJ1S6vAJeYA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/BVcCV/~4/xGjBuKaQO70" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/feeds/4826489717148632535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/2010/10/evolution-and-innovation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657966189873604782/posts/default/4826489717148632535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657966189873604782/posts/default/4826489717148632535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/BVcCV/~3/xGjBuKaQO70/evolution-and-innovation.html" title="Evolution and innovation" /><author><name>SerialDater</name><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><feedburner:origLink>http://confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com/2010/10/evolution-and-innovation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQBRXs7fSp7ImA9Wx5bEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657966189873604782.post-4278662480306527765</id><published>2010-10-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:05:54.505-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T08:05:54.505-07:00</app:edited><title>Is anyone REALLY happy?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think about this… why do any of us stay in a monogamous relationship? Is it because that other person makes us so happy we can't imagine our lives without them? or… Is it that we are so jealous that the thought of the person being with someone else makes us insecure? or… Do we think that we will never find anyone else ever again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to tell you all, the more I think of the other feelings the more I wonder. None of us are hideous. If any of us are, well, then we all are.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657966189873604782-4278662480306527765?l=confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657966189873604782-8397451872973246123?l=confessionsserialdater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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