<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995581230744977040</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2024 05:08:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random Musings</category><category>Self-Discovery</category><category>Dating</category><category>Divorce</category><category>Family</category><category>Kids</category><category>Marriage</category><category>Men</category><category>Online Dating</category><category>Los Angeles</category><category>Narcissistic Personality Disorder</category><category>Pacific Northwest</category><title>Happily-Ever-After: The Epilogue</title><description>&quot;Not I, not anyone else, can travel that road for you,&#xa;You must travel it for yourself.&quot; --Walt Whitman</description><link>http://afterthefairytale.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Solitary Traveler)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995581230744977040.post-2073867518049992691</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T20:29:16.096-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random Musings</category><title>Psycho Killer Qu&#39;est-ce que c&#39;est?</title><atom:summary type="text">For those of us that aren&#39;t necessarily singletons by choice, it can be a bit annoying when one is surrounded by saccharin displays of love being vomited all around.Some of the worst offenders are stupid jewelry story commercials. 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She&#39;s the one who lives in a tiny house full of feral felines. 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I am of a certain age--at least it&#39;s something I can aim for, right? It&#39;s good to have goals.</atom:summary><link>http://afterthefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-slippery-slope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Solitary Traveler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5yztQCprhJz2Sgo_JkHsPAM3E6fLED_Rz9Nb0_YSwf5Q_KZrTIc8B-NIK4fITmdIyzWvloqzpi4GjC6qw03W7bY8sYk13AxWKdTw89ZV3wpsQAQdUUKGJXFl-97meOGyR50epzdKO4iEw/s72-c/Finn_Mia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995581230744977040.post-9069690016300809408</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T16:25:11.173-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Online Dating</category><title>Finger Lickin’ Good</title><atom:summary type="text">Text (I have not edited or fixed spelling/grammer) from a recent email exchange I had on an online dating site:“Gentleman’s” Introductory email to me, we’ll call him “Top-Gun”:Top-Gun:  You are very gorgeousTop-Gun: My name is Top Gun..write me if you are interested in knowing more about me..hope to hear from you... 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But the more I tried not to think about it, the more that date seemed to creep up. October 28th. My Ex sent me a text message, asking if I was OK. He said he wanted to make sure I wasn’t too sad, that I should do something nice for myself.For the longest time, during the </atom:summary><link>http://afterthefairytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-thank-you-for-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Solitary Traveler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995581230744977040.post-6097408364631204820</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T16:31:44.233-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Online Dating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Self-Discovery</category><title>With All the Fish in the Sea--This Little Fishy Needs a Bike with Training Wheels</title><atom:summary type="text">It’s been about a year since I took the plunge and started my journey exploring the whole internet dating thing.I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that there was reluctance on my part. 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