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	<title>Comments on: Get off the ladder and onto the diving board, already.</title>
	<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/get-off-the-ladder-and-onto-the-diving-board-already/</link>
	<description>Deities.    Dogma.    Dating.    Diapers.</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 09:03:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>by: Meant to Be at Oh, for the love of God&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://ftlog.meanderwithme.com/2006/08/get-off-the-ladder-and-onto-the-diving-board-already/#comment-2112</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 16:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] So this current relationship? It&amp;#8217;s not &amp;#8220;meant to be.&amp;#8221; It&amp;#8217;s wonderful. It&amp;#8217;s amazing. He&amp;#8217;s everything I&amp;#8217;ve wanted, plus many things I didn&amp;#8217;t even realize I needed. He even can fill my wish that I tacked to the end of the Diving Board post last month: It means I&amp;#8217;ve decided to let myself look. And initiate. And, god willing, fall madly, crazily in love with someone. I want to think about his face, quiver when he speaks, and admire who he is. I want to fantasize about tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, running my tongue along his spine, and raising the hair on his neck when I kiss his collarbone. I want to experience wonder when I wake up and see this man whom I can&amp;#8217;t believe feels the same about me. There. How&amp;#8217;s that for a start? [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] So this current relationship? It&#8217;s not &#8220;meant to be.&#8221; It&#8217;s wonderful. It&#8217;s amazing. He&#8217;s everything I&#8217;ve wanted, plus many things I didn&#8217;t even realize I needed. He even can fill my wish that I tacked to the end of the Diving Board post last month: It means I&#8217;ve decided to let myself look. And initiate. And, god willing, fall madly, crazily in love with someone. I want to think about his face, quiver when he speaks, and admire who he is. I want to fantasize about tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, running my tongue along his spine, and raising the hair on his neck when I kiss his collarbone. I want to experience wonder when I wake up and see this man whom I can&#8217;t believe feels the same about me. There. How&#8217;s that for a start? [&#8230;]
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