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<title>SagaByte / barbie / All</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:37:02 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Dinner With His Parents]]></title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 01:37:02 -0400</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I had the chance to go to London for a foreign exchange student program while in college.  Being there only one semester allowed me to get into a no strings attached relationship with a British guy.He was a lot of fun, and he had the typical brit dry humor.  His parents wanted to meet me so we went over to his parent's house for dinner one evening.  I was doing a great job of hitting it off with his parents until his mum asked me if it was any different dating a man who was not an American.Without thinking about my answer I replied that the only thing different was that most guys in the US are circumcised  I thought an ice age had hit with how cold in got in the room all the sudden.  Very shortly after dinner time was politely ended.  And yes, you guessed it, I wasn't invited over again.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Wedding Night Blunder]]></title>
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<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:28:01 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>barbie</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Some friends and I decided to go to our favorite club one Saturday night to have a good time.  We ended up spending the evening with a group of guys who were in town for a wedding.  They were a lot of fun and I really hit it off with one of the guys.One thing led to another and we ended up going back to his hotel room and spending a night of passion.  When I woke up I was wondering if a long distance relationship could work out.  The guy was cute, intelligent and had a great job.I asked him if he wanted to get some breakfast when he woke up, but he said he couldn't.  He said he did not have the time because he had to get his butt to church for his wedding<br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Look What I Found Mommy]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 11:28:40 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>barbie</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Back in high school my first boyfriend came from a really conservative family.  He had a younger brother that he had to constantly baby sit while his parents went out on the town.  Of course I would go over there and hang out and &quot;help&quot;.One night after his younger brother went to bed we started having sex on the couch.  We were really into it, so much that we didn't realize that his parents had came home before we heard the garage door open.We both were scrambling to throw our clothes on and tidy up the couch.  Then we ran into the kitchen to make it look like we were just hanging around in there.  I was real cool when they walked in and asked them how their date went.Right after I asked my boyfriends little brother comes in holding a pink thong and says, &quot;look what I found mommy!&quot;  I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing my underwear.  Needless to say I wasn't allowed over anymore when his parents weren't home.<br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Making a Good First Impression]]></title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 21:23:09 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>barbie</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[At a party I met a very successful, not to mention hot guy in his 30s and was ecstatic when he asked me out.  On the night of our big date I took extra time to make sure my hair and makeup was perfect.  To top it off I wore my hottest dress and a pair of new stilettos that I had just bought.So the guy rings the door bell and I have my roommate answer the door so I can make my grand entrance by coming down from the top of the stairs.  I start down the steps and before I knew what hit me my ankle twisted and I was sliding all the way down the steps on my butt.When I finally hit the bottom I was in so much pain that it hurt to breathe.  But I wanted to go out with him bad so I told him that we can still go out to dinner.  The hot guy told me we should take a rain check so I could recover.The guy never called me again and two weeks later I heard through the grape vine that he was dating someone else.<br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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