<?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-3219380702153652838</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:40:28.260-07:00</updated><category term='change'/><category term='Attraction'/><category term='love'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>~~~~~~~~Love and other Misnomers</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey of self discovery prayerfully leaving and gaining some wisdom and empowerment along the way...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219380702153652838.post-5891687456729110010</id><published>2009-04-17T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:30:04.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attraction'/><title type='text'>Happiness Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have come such a long way since last year. Since my last post I have been a journey of self discovery. The journey is never ending and still perfect. I have taken all of the love I was giving away and giving it all to myself and it is wonderful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have found peace in my mind and spirit. I know now &lt;strong&gt;there is nothing more important than that I feel good. My feeling good and happy is my number one goal for me.&lt;/strong&gt; The Universe has opened so many new doors for me and my desires are manifesting right in front of my eyes. I have become a student of metaphysics and The Law of Attraction. I know that many of the things that happened to me were a direct result of my own thoughts, vibrations, and behaviors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know better and I can do better. I direct my own destiny and my thoughts dictate what happens to me. What happens in my mind ends up happening in my life. I keep a positive attitude and choose positive and happy thoughts. God has allowed me to be an active part of this wisdom. All I can do is share it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some may call my new attitude selfish. It may be just that. However, the point is that my being selfish allows me to be happy and positive. That way I can be in the moment for the people who need me and allow my happiness to rub off on them. I am no longer clouded by thoughts and memories of pain or heartbreak. I have the clarity to be in the Now and dictate the positive atmosphere around me, which effects everyone who comes in contact with me. If I am happy inside, it will show outside!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have purged my life of unwanted and unhealthy things and people. I've bettered my overall health and lost 20 pounds since my last post. All of this because I put the love of God and Myself FIRST. I think of myself before I do anything. I think "will doing this make ME happy?? Will It make ME feel good?" If someone is in my life doing something I do not like. If it does not make me feel good the person must go...Gone...BYE!! I feel no guilt in doing this. I have no control over other peoples lives but I can and will dictate what happens in mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have so many wonderful things happening and wonderful things to write about...My love life has changed completely. Ugh...I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE ABOUT IT!!! However, this meeting must come to an end....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shall chat later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219380702153652838-5891687456729110010?l=loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/5891687456729110010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219380702153652838&amp;postID=5891687456729110010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/5891687456729110010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/5891687456729110010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is...'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219380702153652838.post-6749246920918199539</id><published>2008-12-18T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:33:32.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abyss Of Bitterness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those of you reading my work, I must make it clear that even with my many heartbreaks and disappointments this year, I am far from bitter or damaged goods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing helps me to see the mistakes I have made over that past year. I write to purge my hurt and anger so that it does not eat me up inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live in Baltimore MD. I call it "The land of bitter hateful women". I see it everyday and I refuse to become one of them. However, I do understand how they got there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that everything Ive given in my past relationships was out of love in its purest form. Therefore, I also know all of my goodness I gave will come back to me ten fold. I get excited just thinking about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I refuse to let the stupidity and immaturity of a man stop me from growing and seeking the love I know I deserve. I learn from every setback and then I move on. Once Ive moved on is usually when they suddenly "get it" and want to come back into my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the mistakes I made in love in 2008. I so look forward to 2009 and doing things differently to get the results I desire when it comes to love and relationships. 2008 was a hard year for me. However I know my footsteps are ordered by God and everything that happened had a purpose and a lesson. Now I look forward to putting the lessons into practice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am excited about my journey and keeping a running blog on every experience!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219380702153652838-6749246920918199539?l=loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/6749246920918199539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219380702153652838&amp;postID=6749246920918199539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/6749246920918199539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/6749246920918199539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/2008/12/abyss-of-bitterness.html' title='The Abyss Of Bitterness'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219380702153652838.post-726083817777570647</id><published>2008-12-18T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:58:00.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Of The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote about being mislead at the top of the year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now here I am at the end hurting over the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seemingly perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did all the right things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a more than perfect connection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liked the same things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would spend days just being together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes not leaving the house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hanging out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wallowing in eachothers company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He told me he wanted something real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was tired of relationships that only last a few months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He wanted to know love for real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talked about everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing was off limits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We worked through everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was so much more than a lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My right arm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said he wasn't sure what he wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He didn't want to stay around only to hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He needed "time" to get himself "together"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I fought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I kissed him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told him how much I loved him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I let him go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is it fair to go from seeing him everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a text message maybe every other day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you just ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like we never were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss his presence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching him watch TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being frustrated at his loud snoring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping in his arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or with my face in his back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him as much as I feel abandoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what do I do now??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219380702153652838-726083817777570647?l=loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/726083817777570647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219380702153652838&amp;postID=726083817777570647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/726083817777570647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/726083817777570647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-of-same.html' title='More Of The Same'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219380702153652838.post-2330549789135120060</id><published>2008-02-01T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:50:46.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Used</title><content type='html'>Coming to terms with being used is one of the hardest realities to face. you meet someone who You trust them enough to give your most precious commodity...your body. They go far enough to earn your trust and faith, then when they achieve their misson, they toss you away like yesterdays trash.&lt;br /&gt;When you finally come to terms with what has happened, you may find yourself sitting alone wondering..Was it something I did? Was it something I said? He seemed so perfect. He said he wanted the same things I did...Love..honesty...partnership. How did I miss the signs?&lt;br /&gt;Then you constantly ask people their opinions on what happened. Telling the story from your side..since its the only side you have. He doesn't call anymore so you can't ask him.&lt;br /&gt;You are stuck in the pain&lt;br /&gt;Not understanding how life could be so unfair&lt;br /&gt;You did everything right&lt;br /&gt;You feel stupid&lt;br /&gt;"How could I have been so stupid??"&lt;br /&gt;You like him so much&lt;br /&gt;You miss him so much&lt;br /&gt;You know deep down, past all the rationalizations and excuses...hes gone&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even man enough to tell you&lt;br /&gt;He just dipped out&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;no rhyme&lt;br /&gt;no reason&lt;br /&gt;"God, why me? He made me believe he was in it too! I feel like such a fool. I am such a fool!"&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;Then God says.."Dry your eyes baby girl. I know it hurts. But its temporary. I got this. I will take care of it. I got you."&lt;br /&gt;So you hurt&lt;br /&gt;and grieve&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the day&lt;br /&gt;When he and the pain&lt;br /&gt;are a distant memory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219380702153652838-2330549789135120060?l=loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/2330549789135120060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219380702153652838&amp;postID=2330549789135120060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/2330549789135120060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/2330549789135120060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-used.html' title='Being Used'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3219380702153652838.post-4810041094389402251</id><published>2008-01-28T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:29:40.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say So!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why is it that some men feel the need to lie about their intentions? Why can't they just be honest about what they want? They either don't know or don't care about the pain they cause when they earn a womans trust, make her feel secure, and as soon as she lets down her guard..BAM HE'S GONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If hes looking for sex..Just say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If hes not looking for anything serious..Just say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But its so unfair to be a woman stuck with a bunch of unresolved wondering what the hell happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then as soon as a woman lashes out over the pain or shows any aftershocks what so ever, she considered having "baggage".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well HELL YES SHE HAS BAGGAGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you lie to someone their choices are taken away. Men who lie about their intentions or even have a change a heart but fail to let the woman know about it, are taking her choices away. She is not given the choice by the truth to say, "Hey, you know what, I like you but a physical relationship is not for me. Thanks for the interest though." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Instead she is mislead into thinking he wants what she does..when actually all he really wants is to see her naked a few times..then hes bored and finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Men don't seem to care to understand that type of pain. To be left behind like trash or an old toy without an explaination. They seem to be able to walk away so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not caring about the bleeding bodies they leave behind for the next poor sap to try to patch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3219380702153652838-4810041094389402251?l=loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/feeds/4810041094389402251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3219380702153652838&amp;postID=4810041094389402251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/4810041094389402251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3219380702153652838/posts/default/4810041094389402251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveisamisnomer.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-say-so.html' title='Just Say So!!'/><author><name>KocoaHauntis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13226188013521854034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hQ2oCOTnR98/SUoRQIgocGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XFFV4TD_gOo/S220/stewart2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
