<?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-3826939799697601907</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:33:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My quest for sexcess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1013439894297191068</id><published>2009-07-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:24:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 7/29/09</title><content type='html'>Been busy and lazy is the reason why there has been no posts in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been a couple of fun weekends, interesting nights, interesting girls. So that means there will be some interesting and entertaining posts coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just do a cliffs of the events to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1013439894297191068?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1013439894297191068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1013439894297191068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1013439894297191068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1013439894297191068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/07/wednesday-72909.html' title='Wednesday, 7/29/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6196195342157576532</id><published>2009-06-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:36:12.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 6/20/09</title><content type='html'>Called D3, asked if she wanted to go out again, she said sure, but only as friends, she's not looking to date anyone right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Bar/Club5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people there. Was lots of people there, but didn't stay there for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to Bar/Club13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L said he's got a friend that has a birthday there. Her name is M10, started talking to her. then she was grinding up against me, my hands were all over her, inside her shirt, down her pants (but she pulled them out) lol.. and we made out a little. by this time I was pretty drunk. and even with my goggles on I'd give her a 5... hahah... would still hit it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took my number. she grinded up on me some more, made out a little, then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends and I were eating and I get a text from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should come out and eat with me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long ass texts between me and her, but in summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to hook up with her, and probably could have, but I had to take my friends home and she did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6196195342157576532?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6196195342157576532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6196195342157576532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6196195342157576532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6196195342157576532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-62009.html' title='Saturday 6/20/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7205046040478523019</id><published>2009-06-22T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:28:50.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 6/19/09</title><content type='html'>Went out to Bar/Club10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too eventful happened. Just had drinks. Cute girls there, but no action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7205046040478523019?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7205046040478523019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7205046040478523019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7205046040478523019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7205046040478523019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-61909.html' title='Friday 6/19/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3765326818680777886</id><published>2009-06-22T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:28:30.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 6/18/09</title><content type='html'>Went out with D3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shows up with a low cut shirt and a short skirt, uber short. so we sit outsite on the metal patio furniture, so all I see is her face, cleavage and up her skirt :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cute girl, nice too. Just chatted about the usual BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would go out with again, but not the type of girl that would date me. She's the all american white girl, blond (fake), from rich part of town, on dance team in HS, soroity in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3765326818680777886?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3765326818680777886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3765326818680777886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3765326818680777886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3765326818680777886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-61809.html' title='Thursday 6/18/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-9017762518723382502</id><published>2009-06-15T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:05:50.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 6/13/09</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club 12, crazy packed. Met this girl named M9, CUTE as hell, petite little girl with big tits, (love those types) biggest cutes eyes, wearing a low cut shirt, so everytime I look down to talk to her I have to stare at her cleavage.. :) grinded up a little, but she was getting a little too out of control (drunk out of control) didn't feel like babysitting so I went away. Ran into her a couple of times throughout the night came up and gave me some kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was about to take off so I went back to find her to get her number, and I see her dancing with this big black dude (no racist) and I was like.. uuhh.. forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bar/Club 10, to meet with with my friends, met this girl named D3 and her friend K(something) chatted with D3 for a while, cool girl, told her I want to take her out, and got her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get groped/ass grabbed walking by or talking to other people, no biggie, but what's with girls just grabbing hands, I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do with that. just hold their hand back? It's apparently an invitation to something... I've been just ignoring it, which I'm probably am not getting the hint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-9017762518723382502?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/9017762518723382502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=9017762518723382502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/9017762518723382502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/9017762518723382502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-61309.html' title='Saturday, 6/13/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-4654842311069602235</id><published>2009-06-10T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:55:34.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 6/10/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I see k6 at the gym that last couple of days, we BS and whatever, and I can't get my self to ask her out, I know I'm totally puss-ing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***************** &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt tried to hook me up with this girl she works with, her name is N, so she had the idea of inviting her over to have dinner at my parents house over the weekend. (which I thought it would be kind of weird..) anyways, she is totally a nice girl, but not my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get her number, I don't know if it was because I pussed out, or because I'm indifferent about her. I guess I approach it differently too since she's a friend of a my aunt (or someone I know). I suppose I would have gotten it had she been some random girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-4654842311069602235?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/4654842311069602235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=4654842311069602235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4654842311069602235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4654842311069602235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/06/wednesday-61009.html' title='Wednesday, 6/10/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-4329654198503030389</id><published>2009-05-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:57:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 5/23/09</title><content type='html'>Went to bar/club10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a couple of girls at the bar.. they were cute, but nothing came out of it... it was full, but wasn't feeling it, so we decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bar/club7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was crazy, and crazy packed. girls on top of bars dancing, my buddy T was stuffing dollar bills down girls pants.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my friends, felt my hand bumped, didn't think anything out of the ordinary, then, felt it held.. now I'm thinking wtf.. I turn around, I see it's this chubby black girl grabbing it. so I gave her a smile and just let it be. she then proceeded to grab and caress my hand some more, stroking my leg and grabbing my ass.. now I'm thinking.. woah.. so I turn around to talk to her, I see she's dancing with this other dude, I'm thinking, that's cool.. a little weird but whatever... and I noticed they both have rings on their finger.. and that made it more weird.. so I turn back to BS with my friends and she grabs my hand again and resumes her groping some more.. lol.. then I felt she dragging my hand away, I turn around seeing they're leaving and the (bf/husband) broke her hand off mine.. hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, I told my friend this, and he said she was groping him too!!! hahahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're thinking if they're looking for a 3rd person to join their little party after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met this girl at the bar, chatted a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later I saw her, went to talk to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wanna go dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go over to the dance floor, she pushes me up against the wall and starts grinding me, I'm thinking.. nice, I can work with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she's doing her thing, we getting a little touchy feely, then her friend (dude) come by, and she picks up her stuff and says "I've gota go" and bails..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later after the bar closed, I see her talking to these other dudes.. wtf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-4329654198503030389?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/4329654198503030389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=4329654198503030389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4329654198503030389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4329654198503030389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-52309.html' title='Saturday 5/23/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5797839755536888572</id><published>2009-05-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:56:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5/22/09</title><content type='html'>Went to bar/club12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this girl K, I knew her when she was a little kid and now I see her at a bar. kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met 3 of her friends, S and 2 that I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one of the two that I don't remember) I asked her what she's drinking, she said, "water", then I replied, "oh, are you DD" she goes "what? no, I'm 32C" then I cupped her boob and said "ya.. that feels about right" lol... she was a little caught off guard. we BSd some more and that was that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5797839755536888572?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5797839755536888572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5797839755536888572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5797839755536888572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5797839755536888572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-52209.html' title='Friday 5/22/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1492357164119444049</id><published>2009-05-26T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:55:39.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. Been running a race on weekends so I'm unable to go out and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time. couple of girl related highlights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with K one night. out of the blue I get this text from her and we went out to dinner. Had deleted her number since there was nothing there and we don't talk to eachother. But I knew it was number because she's got an out of state area code. Anyway, we went out, had dinner and drinks, my plan was to get her to drink and work from there. But it was a fail from the beginning because she didn't drink. at the end of the night, I Just straight propositioned her to come over and have sex. She said "no.. I want to keep you as a friend, blah bah blah" ugh.. whatever.. I don't even talk to you anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been running these races, and I'm seeing the guy that B4 was with the night I met her, at the races too. I think 3x already. I find his name on the results sheet of the races and I have beaten him all 3 races we were both in.. lol.. PWND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this girl I have a crush on while at the races though.. her name is L2. she's a avid runner so hopefully I will see her again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1492357164119444049?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1492357164119444049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1492357164119444049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1492357164119444049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1492357164119444049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/05/minor-updates.html' title='Minor updates'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5997884896761872695</id><published>2009-04-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:01:26.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 4/19/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ran a race today, did pretty well I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw A4 there with M8, said hi, and that was it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after, getting some food and drinks my buddy L was telling me that A4 and M8 are like that when they're with THEIR friends, they don't talk to other ppl.. lame.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;out of the blue, I see B4 right in front of me a couple of tables away, didn't go over or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later I get a text "hey, I think I saw you at (the race)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assumed it's from B4 (I deleted her number), I just replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, I think I saw you too!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5997884896761872695?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5997884896761872695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5997884896761872695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5997884896761872695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5997884896761872695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-41909.html' title='Sunday 4/19/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7249312745267943548</id><published>2009-04-15T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:36:58.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 4/14/09</title><content type='html'>texted B4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how was your weekend, blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"great, went to.... bah blah blah... decided to date a guy that lives up there, thought I should mention that for full disclosure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. wtf.. "full disclosure" who the f uses that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, that sounds like a good time. so, you want to have dinner tonight? I've had dinner with other people too, for full disclosure :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm going to go to the gym and work some more, thanks tho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true or not, I like the upfront-ness of her, and a pretty funny and entertaining one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should would have been cool to hangout with, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been also texting M8, she's pretty cool, but honestly, she's not my type, she's cute, cool, good sense of humor, but is just missing that something for me. maybe she's too "goody two shoes" looking for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7249312745267943548?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7249312745267943548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7249312745267943548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7249312745267943548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7249312745267943548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuesday-41409.html' title='Tuesday 4/14/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1366150264109358244</id><published>2009-04-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:57:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, 4/8/09</title><content type='html'>asked B4, if she wanted to go to happy hour Friday, she replied with "possibly, already made plans with a friend" I'm cool with that, but WTF does "possibly" mean?? (I know what the WORD means, but wtf kind of reply is that!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I take that as a no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1366150264109358244?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1366150264109358244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1366150264109358244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1366150264109358244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1366150264109358244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-4809.html' title='Wednesday, 4/8/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-854839461141850446</id><published>2009-04-06T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:24:08.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 4/4/09</title><content type='html'>Had coffee with B4 in the afternoon, had a good time. very nice girl, solid all around. inside and out. pretty, well spoken, educated. would see her again, maybe I'll text her tues or wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Bar/Club 12, not that many people there, went to Bar/Club10, not that many people there too, went to strip club instead, got some steak and lap dances and called it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-854839461141850446?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/854839461141850446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=854839461141850446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/854839461141850446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/854839461141850446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-4409.html' title='Saturday 4/4/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-4868387857839186815</id><published>2009-03-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:49:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 3/27/09</title><content type='html'>Went out to Bar/Club10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of people there, saw K there out of the blue, pleasant surprise I guess, she was looking pretty good. caught up with her a little, found out she's moving out of state... still think of the night where I had a chance to F her, but I chickened out.. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to a few girls at the bar, but nothing really came of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, we went to get taco at our taco spot, met this girl named B4, little cutie, she was there with this dude, chatted a little and found out they work together, so it's all good... had to go, got her number and left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-4868387857839186815?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/4868387857839186815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=4868387857839186815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4868387857839186815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4868387857839186815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-32709.html' title='Friday, 3/27/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3484060457212880212</id><published>2009-03-23T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:29:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 3/23/09</title><content type='html'>just texted B3, lets see what she comes back with.. I hate waiting.. (she better write back...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted M6 for a while today, just bs-ing with her. she moved a couple of hours away, still don't know why, or what she is doing there, anyway. it seemed like we went on a cyber date or something, lol.. kind of funny, but weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants me to go visit her, (I just saw 'sex drive') and I'm thinking probablyyyy nottt..... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this girl named K6 at the gym today, I met her from a class a took a couple of months back, and see her at the gym occasionally. Chatted with her a bit, want to get her number or ask her out, but kind of lacking the balls to.. she's a beautiful girl, as tall as me, nice skin, nice thick brunette/black hair, kind of the intimidating hot kind of girl.. anyway, I've got an "in" that we know eachother, otherwise I don't think I would have had the balls to initiate a conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not sure which is better, ask for her number or just straight ask if she'd like to get a drink sometime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3484060457212880212?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3484060457212880212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3484060457212880212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3484060457212880212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3484060457212880212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-32309.html' title='Monday, 3/23/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1335188765794932661</id><published>2009-03-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:20:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 3/21/09</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, tons of people, tons of hot looking girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to a few girls at the bar.. not much came out of it.. eeehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met these 3 girls, B3, R, and (don't remember her name, let call her.. yellow) chatted a for a while, I was seem to be more drawn to B3, and I kind of got the same vibe back... R was cute, not my type for sure, but my friend L was really into her, so it's all good. And yellow, shes got a cute face, but from her boobs down = :( you can see her belly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got B3's number, not really my type, but she's pretty and is pretty cool, wouldn't mind going out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a makeout session for a while, kind of miss it, don't know if I'm not as ballsy or what, but i'm lacking something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1335188765794932661?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1335188765794932661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1335188765794932661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1335188765794932661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1335188765794932661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-32109.html' title='Saturday, 3/21/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7090798768483476381</id><published>2009-03-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:46:15.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 3/7/09</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met theses 2 girls, M8 and A4. They are cute girls, M8 is super innocent looking and just looks too much of a good girl.. not my style right now, I like A4 more than M8 but I ended up getting M8's number. not sure if I want to pursue calling her or not. Maybe I'll see when they'll go out again and have her bring A4 out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saw D2 out with her friends, she's getting married in 2 weeks, I've always wanted to fuck her because she's got big tits. Her future sister in law was also there, she was pretty flirtatious and a little touchy... I'm normally fine with that, except I heard her hubby was there, so it made me a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been texting/writing J4, about going out, she's apparently busy with work but still interested in going to dinner, we'll see how it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M6 and I text a bit now, she's pretty cool, too bad she moved.. she'd be a good fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7090798768483476381?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7090798768483476381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7090798768483476381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7090798768483476381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7090798768483476381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-3709.html' title='Saturday, 3/7/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-630266444009100662</id><published>2009-03-02T11:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:01:02.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, 3/1/09</title><content type='html'>called J4, left a vm, no call back.. ugh.. prob understandable considering how I bailed on her..?? I think I'll put my last call in on Tuesday. she would have been cool to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M6 texted me.. she moved to bfe, I guess it's cool we're still in touch. texted back and forth a bit, I still want to know why she moved, and she won't tell me. My own theory is that she's getting pimped out or she's a stripper.. she said she'll tell me next time she's in town.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-630266444009100662?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/630266444009100662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=630266444009100662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/630266444009100662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/630266444009100662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-3109.html' title='Sunday, 3/1/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1011793016176311731</id><published>2009-03-02T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:00:41.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 2/28/09</title><content type='html'>Went to this new place, Bar/Club12 - WOW.. soo many hot girls there, it was overwhelming. Super packed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this girl named J4, she's pretty, we chatted for a long while, lots in common, she's lives in the town where I was from (2hours away) So I suggested we do lunch tomorrow (Sunday) before she leaves, and she was cool with that. Got her card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this other girl, don't remember her name, actually, don't remember exactly how we met. we chatted a bit, and that was it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I was finding my friends after I got my drink, I walked through the dance floor, I get pulled to dance by (the girl I don't remember the name) As you probably know, I don't like dancing, not going to pretend that I dance. and so I was doing my thing with her for a little, then had enough then took off.. (retarded, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN.. I see J4, and she wanted to dance too.. So we chatted a little and did my thing with her a little too, and said "I've got to do go find my friends... " (or something) and bailed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.. TWO times this happened, I'm obviously throwing away an opportunity to get some. I'm not sure what the hell else to do.. I told my friend J what happened and he thinks I'm retarded too.. but suggested that I can say "hey, I've got to go find my friends, why don't you give me your number, I'm not sure if I"ll see you again".. which is.. pretty smoooth..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1011793016176311731?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1011793016176311731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1011793016176311731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1011793016176311731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1011793016176311731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-22809.html' title='Saturday, 2/28/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5728869760064345182</id><published>2009-03-02T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:00:12.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, 2/27/09</title><content type='html'>Went to this new place, Bar/Club11, pretty cool place, sports bar like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this girl named A3, very cute, not usually the type I go for, but there is something about her, and I was getting the look back too. So.. anyway we chatted for a while, cool girl, I'll text her today (Monday) and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5728869760064345182?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5728869760064345182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5728869760064345182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5728869760064345182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5728869760064345182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-22709.html' title='Friday, 2/27/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3081968674986144047</id><published>2009-02-17T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:38:31.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/17/09 Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Went to CA for the weekend to visit some friends. also happened to revisit some potential mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friend O, Met her about a year ago, she has got to be most genuine and the nicest person I've ever met, she is definately attractive, but not really my type of look. but a solid 10 for being super nice and generous, we like to do the same type of things/activities. definitely a GF and/or wifey material. If/when I move there I will definitely hangout with her. and she is single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She volunteered to give me a ride home (to my friend's house) I'm going to take it that it's her nature to be so nice and generous, and don't want to misread her kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C, I've met her before, she's cute, but again, not my type of look. kind of the shy and really girlygirl type of girl, which is fine, but not really what I'm looking for. single too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sat night (V-Day night), at like 1:30 I get a text from M6..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey what are you up to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking.. :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not much, in CA for the weekend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awnn nice, I'm at Bar/Club__ bored by myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... no idea what to write back so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, texted her a little, then she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cool, hit me up when you're back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's a good sign I take it. I'll write her tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really considering moving there, not because of the girls, but an EXCELLENT opportunity arose and I can't see myself doing this (work/living how I am now) long term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3081968674986144047?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3081968674986144047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3081968674986144047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3081968674986144047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3081968674986144047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/02/21709-tuesday.html' title='2/17/09 Tuesday'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7484277825141126150</id><published>2009-02-10T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:39:54.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 2/9/09</title><content type='html'>Texted M6 after I left the gym, I thought I would see her there, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she write back that she's feeling a little sick and lazy.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get something to eat so I asked if she wanted to come along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, definitely!.. blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool! I thought, so I called her to set it up, she doesn't pick up.. wtf.. I left a vm. 10 min later, no call, 15, 20, no call. wtf kind of weak sauce is this?!!? I'm getting hungry, so I get my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the night, I get a text saying she "fell asleep".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7484277825141126150?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7484277825141126150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7484277825141126150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7484277825141126150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7484277825141126150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-2909.html' title='Monday 2/9/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8222178546448762575</id><published>2009-02-10T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:13:32.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 2/6/09</title><content type='html'>texted C2 after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey C2, hows work today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a reply a couple of hours later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"busy. on my way to la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. future is not looking very bright with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also texted M6 the same time I texted C2, I get a reply back from M6, and we started going back and forth for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good.. but I'm wishing it was with C2 than M6..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8222178546448762575?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8222178546448762575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8222178546448762575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8222178546448762575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8222178546448762575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-2609_10.html' title='Friday 2/6/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7636022935328730674</id><published>2009-02-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:14:01.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 2/6/09</title><content type='html'>Monday, I decided to text C2 instead of calling, because I really like her and I don't want to F this one up. All the other times I have called a girl up have not ended up well, so I decided to give this one a different approach, and my consultants agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I texted C2, a basic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey whats up.. blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I got was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey. At work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited, I replied with some light clever joke and waited to see how she would reply. So I waited and waited, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was on Money. Today is Friday. I'm going brush off what happened before, not take it personally and text her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is by far the front runner for girlfriend material of anyone I've met, I'm not going down without a fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7636022935328730674?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7636022935328730674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7636022935328730674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7636022935328730674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7636022935328730674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-2609.html' title='Friday 2/6/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8984690087004639019</id><published>2009-02-02T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:14:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 1/31/09</title><content type='html'>went to bar/club10 to meet up with my buddy I and M4, M4 is looking GOOD, she had glasses on, I LOVE girls with glasses, and she looked great in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met these girls, A and C2, A is just cute, beautiful smile, C2.. beautiful girl, vibrant, tall, just magnificent. definitely girlfriend material. a little weird, but she just reminds me of my ex. chatted a little, at the end of the night, I asked C2 for her number, put it in my phone and didn't save it. (user error, it's a new phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had talked about where to eat after, and her and her friends are going to this breakfast place, and my friend L and I decided to go there so I can get her number again. we get there, I get her number, again, a little embarrassing, but oh well. chatted some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said something about "my bf didn't want a dog, and that was the deal breaker.." wtf does that mean? does she have a bf..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call her today or tomorrow to see if she wants to go out. kind of nervous about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8984690087004639019?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8984690087004639019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8984690087004639019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8984690087004639019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8984690087004639019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-13109.html' title='Saturday 1/31/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7203470276462626464</id><published>2009-01-26T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:25:26.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 1/23/09</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club7, spot these two girls sitting at the bar by themselves, one of them was pretty attractive, her friend was ok.. went over by them when I went to get my drink and started talking to them. this girl was tall and attractive, at least 3-4 inches taller than me. quarter Japanese and a mix of Danish, I'm sure that's where the tallness came from. chatted a little bit, then went back to my group of friends. second round, resumed the contestation, seemed like a nice person, but the shallow conversation was dying, so I think I just bailed. too bad because she was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M4 was there, if you don't remember, we met a while back, took a liking to her, got her number, called her, never called me back... haven't seen her for a while, she was wearing this super short dress and these tall boots, which makes her a good 3-4 inches taller than me, she said she's going to the gym now, working out, she's looking pretty good. I ended up hanging out with her most of the night, she dragged me out to the dance floor, we kind of grinded around, my hands wandered around, actually all over... I wanted to kiss her, but it was weird reaching up to kiss a girl. I don't know if that was the reason that prevented me from doing it, or that she's not returned my call before. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I was walking to/from somewhere, smiled at this girl and she just straight grabbed my ass when I passed her... I think that made my day. thought that was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7203470276462626464?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7203470276462626464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7203470276462626464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7203470276462626464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7203470276462626464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-12309.html' title='Friday 1/23/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3825956528053025920</id><published>2009-01-20T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:03:15.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 1/17/09</title><content type='html'>Sat was J's birthday. unfortunately B wasn't there. I was kind of looking forward to seeing her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the restaurant, towards the end, we were deciding on where we could go, we asked our waitress for suggestions. She was a cutie, blond petite, with boobs that looks bigger than her frame. Wouldn't be surprised if they're fake, but couldn't decide for sure.. anyway, she couldn't come up with any, she said she just moved up here with her hubby. (taken, what a surprise) so she calls over another waitress friend of her. another cutie, brunette, blue eyes, just striking. we kind of chatted a little, about where there is to go, and took some of her suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going to Bar/Club10, it was getting packed there. good crowd. talked to this girl for a while, probably could have gotten her number, but as usual, I didn't (ball-less, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from the bathroom, I see this girl that looks familiar, then I hear, "hey, were you at ________?" "yes.." it was the brunette waitress from the restaurant. we started chatting. Her name is K5. She's just beautiful. we chatted for a while and "blah blah blah.. my bf..." (taken, of course) a little later her dushbag bf comes over, some dorky looking dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then just BSd a little more with my friends then we called it a night. other than the semi heartbreak, it was a fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3825956528053025920?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3825956528053025920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3825956528053025920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3825956528053025920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3825956528053025920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-11709.html' title='Saturday, 1/17/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8707108496509342288</id><published>2009-01-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:09:40.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 1/14/09</title><content type='html'>J's birthday this weekend, and I think B is going to be there.. I'm excited to see her, but could be a little weird. BUT it's only weird, if I make it weird, right? hopefully she doens't bring her bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8707108496509342288?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8707108496509342288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8707108496509342288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8707108496509342288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8707108496509342288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-11409.html' title='Wednesday 1/14/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5562464035644759060</id><published>2009-01-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:49:05.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 1/6/09</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I haven't been out for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was browsing on match.com, just for the hell of it, and saw this girl at my work on there. I've seen her before around at work, but never met her. always thought she was attractive and wouldn't mind going out with her. Now that I saw her on match.com, I really won't mind going out with her. The only problem is we work in different buildings across town, never met her nor do I see her at all, maybe 2x a year. How do I meet her..? too weird if I were to signup match.com and contact her that way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5562464035644759060?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5562464035644759060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5562464035644759060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5562464035644759060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5562464035644759060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-1609.html' title='Tuesday 1/6/09'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-891665744509678017</id><published>2008-12-18T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:04:06.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 12/18/08</title><content type='html'>out of the blue BC texted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey punk how have you been"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i dont even know what to write to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, since I have nothing to lose, I'm going to try to get a 3some with her and her roomate and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-891665744509678017?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/891665744509678017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=891665744509678017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/891665744509678017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/891665744509678017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-121808.html' title='Thursday 12/18/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7373613385162781550</id><published>2008-12-01T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:51:32.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 11/26/08</title><content type='html'>Went out to Bar/Club2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to these 2 girls.. wasn't feeling any love back, so.... NEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw M6 there, out of the blue, talked to her a bit. She went up on stage dancing, and omfg, the only other place I've seen ass shake like that was in rap videos. She was just going off.. can only imagine her in bed.. Didn't dance with her though, I'm sure I would have gotten some dirrrty dancing had I danced with her. I've wanted to get her number, and I was thinking this is the perfect chance, but there was this dude that she went with that was always hanging around, couldn't shake him off! so I felt a little weird asking for her number, so I didn't. But I'm sure I'll see her again at the gym and I'll get it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7373613385162781550?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7373613385162781550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7373613385162781550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7373613385162781550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7373613385162781550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-112608.html' title='Friday 11/26/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5938421222591387594</id><published>2008-11-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:39:38.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 11/24/08</title><content type='html'>a little update on the girls from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K4 - called her, chatted a little, she said she's "doing something" that she'll call me back. never did. delete.&lt;br /&gt;the girl from Bar/Club9 on 11/15 - straight ghetto, her texts are like a 13 year old from AIM, could not wait to delete her number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5938421222591387594?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5938421222591387594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5938421222591387594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5938421222591387594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5938421222591387594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-112408.html' title='Monday 11/24/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6566119064820007058</id><published>2008-11-24T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:33:29.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 11/23/08</title><content type='html'>M7 texted me, bs'd a little, asked her if she wanted to go out tuesday "that could be arranged :)" whatever that means.. I'll call her today (monday) and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6566119064820007058?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6566119064820007058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6566119064820007058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6566119064820007058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6566119064820007058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-112308.html' title='Sunday 11/23/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7803431095112589231</id><published>2008-11-24T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:32:41.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 11/22/08</title><content type='html'>texted M7, bs'd back and forth a little. One thing I like about M7 already is her texts are in plain english, she actually types out all the words like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bar/Club5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame. didn't really want to go, there was a lot of people, but it was kind of ghettoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this girl that goes to my gym, she eyed me a couple of times, but didn't really want to talk to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7803431095112589231?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7803431095112589231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7803431095112589231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7803431095112589231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7803431095112589231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-112208.html' title='Saturday 11/22/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8058480335591308241</id><published>2008-11-24T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:26:38.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 11/21/08</title><content type='html'>went out to Bar/Club2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to these 3 girls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J3, cute girl, got a avril lavigne thing going&lt;br /&gt;M7, cute, braces, nice smile,&lt;br /&gt;D, pretty cute too, kind of reminded me of mylie cyrus, but chubbier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were pretty cool, pretty fun, chatted, got some drinks, then my friends L and I2 showed up, we all hung out and were chatting. I was going after J3, but after talking to her for a bit, I don't think we were feeling each other, and L and J3 seemed like they hit it off, so I just left it. Then I started talking to M7 and D, we were laughing and just having fun, but I think I hit off with M7 more, so I put more of my focus on her. things were going well, drank some more and chatted some more, then dragged me out to go dancing. Not really into dancing, but I went along with it, did our regular thing, a little grinding here and there, it was all good. then kind of went our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her on the dance floor again, so I went up to her, she's dancing with this other dude. (she wasn't all up on him like she was me.. that's good to see I guess) so we kind of were there doing our thing (nothing too serious) then the dude took off. then it progressed into some SERIOUS grinding, before I know it, I was thinking.. wtf is going on, this chick is getting all into it that *I'M* almost embarrassed... lol.. so that went on a little, then we took a break. and got a drink. She said something about her bf, and I'm thinking.. surprise.. another cockteaser, but then she was saying how he's lame blah blah, and that they're prob going to break up soon (now I don't feel so bad) then she asked me if I have a gf "yes :)" (lie) "but we're not that serious" then I left it at that. then she dragged me out there again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way out, she stopped to say hi to this dude, I jokingly asked her, "who is that, you're bf?" "no, that my bf's friend" hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were dancing.. whatever, and that same dude showed up again!! I'm thinking this mofo, I'm not going to start anything because she's not my gf or anything, and I'm not going to go into a dance off or anything, so I'm thinking I'll just going to stick by her and see what happens. then finally I think he saw that I was getting more of the love and he took off... haha.. that felt pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took another break, by now things are winding down, so we're about to take off, we left Bar/Club2 to get some food, and found on that she's only 20.. YIKES!! (but in my mind I'm thinking.. damnnn that's pretty pimpin :) ) we got some food, then called it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8058480335591308241?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8058480335591308241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8058480335591308241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8058480335591308241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8058480335591308241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-112108.html' title='Friday 11/21/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5223467473114564436</id><published>2008-11-17T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:02:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 11/15/08</title><content type='html'>Went to this new place, Bar/Club9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to girls here and there, nothing really came out of it... then met this girl, don't remember her name, we started talking, then she dragged me out to the dance floor, grinded me up a little, then we started to make out. then she had to go find her friend or something, and she said she'll be back, and when she came back, we started to makeout again, bs'd some more, then she took my number as she was leaving. I feel so used...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get some food after, then met these 2 girls, L and K4. They were ok. I was more attracted to K4, I think it's because she has a nose ring and was wearing a low cut dress that was showing off her cleavage. But we were chatting for a while and got our food and got their number. Actually I got L's email and K4's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call K4 up later today, so we'll see how that goes. I don't mind going out with her, but her cleavage has got me intrigued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5223467473114564436?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5223467473114564436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5223467473114564436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5223467473114564436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5223467473114564436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-111508.html' title='Saturday 11/15/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-411597154502176961</id><published>2008-11-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:31:22.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 11/10/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haven't been out much these weeks so don't have much stories to tell...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;texted K2 to see if she wasnt to have "lunch" and she said "maybe"... whatever. I'll hit her up later this week and see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did meet this girl at my gym though. her name is M6, she's from brazil attending school here. I'm going to find out why she's here, of all places for a Brazilian (family, bf) and see from there. she's cute.. it would be pretty cool to go out with someone from brazil though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-411597154502176961?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/411597154502176961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=411597154502176961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/411597154502176961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/411597154502176961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/11/havent-been-out-much-these-weeks-so.html' title='Monday 11/10/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-358610161523290723</id><published>2008-10-21T09:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:06:56.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 10/18/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club7 with my buddy L. It's the first time I've ever been there, I've driven by there many of times and I always see that it's packed, so thought we'd check it out. When we got it, it was already crowded, got our drinks and scoped the place out. It seems like a cool place, next thing I know, the place gets super packed. and the girls are uber hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a few girls, nothing too exciting. tried to take this girl home, but unsuccessful. Met these 2 girls at the end of the night A2 and M5. they're cute, and they're only 21... :) BSd with them, went to get burritos with them, and that was it.. ugh.. I feel like I'm out of my game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-358610161523290723?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/358610161523290723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=358610161523290723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/358610161523290723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/358610161523290723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-101808.html' title='Saturday 10/18/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6187546549243179338</id><published>2008-10-21T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:06:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 10/14/08</title><content type='html'>This Guy I work with, N, came in from New York for a conference, called me up and I took him out around town. This guy is uber PIMP, went to Miami for 7 days, fucked 4 different girls.. my new idle. Took him to a couple of bars, but was not popping, Then we went to Bar/Club 8, where he said some of the people from the conference are, so we went there. Met a few people there, couple of cute ones. He was trying to hook up with this one girl H, and I was trying to get with her friend K. but he was too tired and bailed. Got their numbers though, so when I go to their city, I'll have some cute girls to go out with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6187546549243179338?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6187546549243179338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6187546549243179338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6187546549243179338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6187546549243179338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-101408.html' title='Tuesday 10/14/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2237573539809843963</id><published>2008-10-07T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:52:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 10/7/08</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while... a few developments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I noticed I have a few regulars now, so that makes me motived to keep this up!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: went over to K2's late last week. she asked me to go over for lunch "pretty please :)" she's more of a freak than I thought :) she's a pretty good fuck. I suggested that we make it a weekly thing, and she said "that might be a good idea" SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: after our "break up" she never texted me, until yesterday. she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unfortunately I thought of you while I played with myself, want to see?" HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she sends over a clip of her fingering herself. lol.. I just found that hilarious. and the thing is it did not turn me on one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: wanted to see her, haven't seen her for a while, so I gave her a call, chatted with her for a bit, asked if she wanted to grab something to eat, she says she's busy, but will give me a call, never did.. ugh, I hate girls like this, I'm fine if you don't want to go out with me, but WHY play these stupid games!? be an adult about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S2: I told her that we'll go get lunch, but I never got around to it, I've texted her a couple of times, but she seems to respond too late (for me to leave work) for lunch. one of these days I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2237573539809843963?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2237573539809843963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2237573539809843963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2237573539809843963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2237573539809843963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-10708.html' title='Tuesday 10/7/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2383088316157736598</id><published>2008-09-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:40:50.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 9/23/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't and couldn't fuck her. The newness has definitely worn off for sure, and little things here and there just turns me off about her. So I just told her to give me a blow job. After I was done, she asked me what's wrong. I wanted to say "stress, work, blah blah" but I've said that one too many times and I'm sure she's heard that one too many times, so I just told her what was on top of my head, was that the smell of her sweat. I know she takes a shower before she comes over, but she breaks a sweat I think from sucking my dick, and honestly, the smell of her sweat turns me off. (I would like to add that not all girl's sweat turn me off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably not the smartest thing and definitely a poor choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she storms out of my house... we'll see what happens today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2383088316157736598?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2383088316157736598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2383088316157736598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2383088316157736598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2383088316157736598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-92308.html' title='Tuesday 9/23/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7432370581140709111</id><published>2008-09-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:57:03.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 9/15/08</title><content type='html'>BC wanted to come over last night, but I just wasn't in the mood. It might have helped, but I didn't want to stress of having to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dreamt about her last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the coaster she snuck in my pocket this morning, made me want to cry. (lol. j/k), threw it out. retarded, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she replies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7432370581140709111?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7432370581140709111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7432370581140709111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7432370581140709111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7432370581140709111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-91508.html' title='Monday 9/15/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6517732595303486917</id><published>2008-09-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:42:28.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 9/13/08</title><content type='html'>Spent much of today keeping busy, trying to get my mind off of B, had run some errands, watch some football, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Bar/Club5, kind of didn't want to go, but I thought it might help to get my mind off of B. Met my friends in line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While texting, S2 called, so I accidentally picked up (didn't recognize who it was since I deleted her number) but she wanted to come out too. I didn't want to hang out with her, but told her to come anyways. But my the time she decided to, it was too late.. too bad.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were IN LINE for about an hour, then I called it quits, gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6517732595303486917?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6517732595303486917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6517732595303486917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6517732595303486917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6517732595303486917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-91308.html' title='Saturday 9/13/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6344204325843811111</id><published>2008-09-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:43:29.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 9/12/08</title><content type='html'>I'm heartbroken. This whole weekend I have not been able to stop thinking about her. Dreamt about her last night. I feel the same anxiety as when I went through my divorce. Have not been able to sleep and eat, my mind a little out of it, can't focus. Her name is B, she is best friends with my friend J. I saw B for the first time a couple of months back, but I did not talk to her, she was hot, seemed a little snobby plus she was with her boyfriend, and that was that. On Friday, J said her B are going out for girls night out, and asked if me and my friend Q wanted to go, wasn't thinking about going, but ended up going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is about everything I'm looking for in a girlfriend. She's a hottie, fun, outgoing, hardcore runner, fit, into being/staying fit, educated, nice head on shoulders, we like and like to do many similar things, and on top of that, we got along very well. BUT she has a bf. She just got out an engagement earlier this year, after being with him for 7 years (I didn't pry on why) and from what I've gathered, this BF isn't long term. Maybe it's a rebound thing, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't get her number. Part of it is my game (or lack there of), or that she has a BF, or worry what my friend would think of me hitting on her when I know she has a BF. Anyway, my point is that I didn't get it Friday night. So Saturday, I found her on Myspace, and really contemplated if I should ask for her number then. Thought about it long and hard, discussing w my friends, and decided that I better put myself out there and see what happens. As of now, (monday morning) she hasn't checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't like anyone like this since.. probably when my ex and I got together. and the fact that she can't be had (as of now) is literally sickening me. I've lost my appetite, can't sleep, and just kind of in a daze since Saturday morning. My mind is really F-ing me up, just going wild. Thinking about her and I together, as if the thought of hitting the lottery and thinking about things you would do with the money. It's driving me crazy. I tried to keep myself busy, but it only works for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6344204325843811111?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6344204325843811111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6344204325843811111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6344204325843811111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6344204325843811111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-91208.html' title='Friday 9/12/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8700800997873363486</id><published>2008-09-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:59:11.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 9/9/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night, It was a pretty good session. I made her cum 3 times, which has to be some kind of record.. lol.. I'm proud of myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me she missed me.. and she did hold my hand while she was giving me a blowjob. It kind of threw me off while it happened, but I just went with it. I like how things are now between her and I and these little things are kind of leaning towards the relationship direction, which I'm ehh.. about. I'm sure I'm making it a bigger deal than it is, but it's just kind of concerning to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8700800997873363486?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8700800997873363486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8700800997873363486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8700800997873363486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8700800997873363486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-9908.html' title='Tuesday 9/9/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5026616771077517126</id><published>2008-09-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:15:04.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 9/5/08</title><content type='html'>K2 and I kind of have been texting back and forth throughout the week and I was getting the feeling that she was down to fuck, so I was trying to get a time in to see her at lunch. I was telling my friend S about this, and he suggested that I invite her over and actually hangout with her. that wasn't my plan, I didn't want to hangout with her, I would rather see her at lunch and get it over with. He said that it would be good practice for when I hangout with a girl that I really liked, plus it would get me out of my comfort zone. which does make sense. So I called her up and see if she wanted to hangout Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So K2 comes over, I made her dinner, sat around and watch TV, then we watched a movie, started to fool around, then we fucked. It's a good alternative than BC, definitely not as freaky as BC. We finished the movie, then she had to go because she's got to work early tomorrow. lol.. it works out good because it would have been overwhelming if she stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a good learning experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5026616771077517126?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5026616771077517126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5026616771077517126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5026616771077517126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5026616771077517126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-8508.html' title='Friday 9/5/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7839866183469368728</id><published>2008-09-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:36:46.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 9/3/08</title><content type='html'>Gave M4 a call Monday, left a VM, no call back. Called again last night, didn't pick up, didn't leave a VM.. ugh.. deleted her number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7839866183469368728?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7839866183469368728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7839866183469368728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7839866183469368728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7839866183469368728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-9308.html' title='Wednesday 9/3/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2283113393234696488</id><published>2008-09-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:35:42.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 8/30/08</title><content type='html'>Went out to Bar/Club2 for my buddy L's birthday, him and couple of his other friends went along. Nothing too exciting, but did meet one of his friend's friend, M4, Tall, blond/brunette, I like her, I would date her, got her number at the end of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2283113393234696488?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2283113393234696488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2283113393234696488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2283113393234696488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2283113393234696488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-83008.html' title='Saturday 8/30/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7666961330594741542</id><published>2008-08-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:35:56.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 8/27/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night. it was a pretty good session. I give her tons of credit though for helping me finish the job, she's a real trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we're chit chatting, she mentioned that her and her friends/roommates got a little drunk the other night and showed each other their pussies, that perked my ears.. :) I'm going to try to get into their little party next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7666961330594741542?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7666961330594741542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7666961330594741542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7666961330594741542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7666961330594741542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-82708.html' title='Wednesday 8/27/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5065007268859301107</id><published>2008-08-19T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:11:17.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 8/17/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night. The sex has definitely gotten kinkier and last night officially reached about the apex of porno status...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5065007268859301107?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5065007268859301107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5065007268859301107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5065007268859301107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5065007268859301107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-81708.html' title='Sunday 8/17/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8460784634847078358</id><published>2008-08-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:10:24.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 8/16/08</title><content type='html'>Went out to Bar/Club5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to these 2 girls V2 and N. They both were not bad, but N is cuter than V, but V has the tongue ring and a lip ring that I'm really digging, so I was going after her. Not sure of how it started, but the conversation was getting pretty perverted, talking about 3somes, making out with girls, and we were getting quite touchy, thought that for sure I can take them home, so I didn't even bother getting their numbers. As the conversation went on, things kind of died down and I think I lost their interest and kind of just dissipated, and now I have non, that's what I get for being greedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a couple of other girls, but wasn't anything too interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8460784634847078358?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8460784634847078358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8460784634847078358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8460784634847078358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8460784634847078358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-81608.html' title='Saturday 8/16/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6364964737706844809</id><published>2008-08-11T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:59:47.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 8/10/08</title><content type='html'>It's about 9:30 Sunday night and I was debating if I should text BC or not, then I get a text from her, so I guess she's coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has away for a week. When she came cover, it was business as usual, except I can tell from the way she was sucking my dick and how she moaned from how I touched her that she was really craving for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took care of business, (actually I did, she didn't finish). It was a quick one, I think it was because of how into it she was that turned me on particularly more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6364964737706844809?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6364964737706844809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6364964737706844809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6364964737706844809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6364964737706844809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-81008.html' title='Sunday 8/10/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6443994128600483213</id><published>2008-08-11T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:50:39.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 8/9/08</title><content type='html'>Went to a wedding on Saturday, it was my buddy J's wedding. Met this girl named M, she's a cutie, caught my eye instantly, talked to her a little, found out she is married and is having problems or whatever, as her hubby wasn't there. she had to leave for a family thingy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's cute, I like her, there are few people that I actually like and would go out with, and she is one of them. I told J to have a bbq and invite her so I can close the deal. But I'm sure with my luck, she will probably have made up with her hubby and be at that bbq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6443994128600483213?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6443994128600483213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6443994128600483213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6443994128600483213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6443994128600483213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-8909.html' title='Saturday 8/9/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-748087529704873557</id><published>2008-08-04T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:09:59.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 8/1/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went to a bar to celebrate my buddy's engagement, one of his friend's J, brought 2 of her friends with her, didn't really talk to them then, but did later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar, we went to bar\club5 to hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started talking to the 2 friends. One is named (J2), cute, the other one, cuter, a bit taller than me, (don't remember her name). I was trying to get on the taller one, but it felt weird because she was taller than me.. lol.. (retarded, I know). But I don't descriminate, I talk to all of them. We chatted, BS'd, laughed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the night went on, and before I knew it, J2 and I were getting a little touchy and all over each other. At some point she mentioned she has a bf, but that didn't seem to phase what she or I were doing. I was nibbling on her ear, she was necking me, grinding all over me, my curious hands were all over, as were hers. I'm confident we could have made out, but I didn't go for it. I think it was because we were in front of all our friends, and plus she said she has a bf, and I have morals!! (haha.. jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked for her number at the end of the night, she wouldn't give it to me, she said she's got a bf.. lol.. gay.... I'm getting tired of asking for numbers, I think I've been shut down more than enough times. Obviously I'm only good for one night of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-748087529704873557?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/748087529704873557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=748087529704873557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/748087529704873557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/748087529704873557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-8108.html' title='Friday 8/1/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-384360229370783462</id><published>2008-07-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T09:24:09.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 7/25/08</title><content type='html'>S2 texts me through out the day, which is nice I guess, except she is very boring texter.. a lot of 1 word dead end answers, which I usually get the hint of discontinuing the text, except she's the one that texts me first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I got out of hanging out with her tonight, so I can hang with my friends. I "delayed" haning out with her, only for the chance that I might meet another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to the beer festival with my friend Q, except he pusses out, I *KNOW* it's because of his girlfriend, but he won't admit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go anyways, my other friend J is going, so I meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there, and out of nowhere, I hear "P! P!" I look around, it's my ex's cousins... I say hi, blah blah, it was nice to see them, but still it's kind of awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in line, start talking to this girl next to me, her name is A, blah blah blah, we get our beer, and I say to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm meeting my friends under the flag, you should come by later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok!.. blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see her again, the rest of the night.. I thought that would work, but apprently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***********&lt;/p&gt;Ran into K, (she's looking HOT) we say hi, chatted a little. then went out ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-384360229370783462?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/384360229370783462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=384360229370783462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/384360229370783462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/384360229370783462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-72508.html' title='Friday 7/25/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8384041884166032232</id><published>2008-07-24T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:49:55.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 7/24/08</title><content type='html'>Tuesday 7/22/08&lt;br /&gt;Went to see s2 at her work, walked up, I hear "hey!" I look over, I see S2, she's on her break she says. After a little banter, she says, "I want you to meet my friend" she waves her out, and says to her "this is the guy I was telling you about.."  we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a some more BS, I tell her that my friend and I are going out this Friday, and invited her out, she was game and gave me her number and told me to give her a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm thinking that it may not be that good of an idea to invite her out, incase if I meet or talk to other girls.. so I called her up last night (to say hi) and mentioned that we might not go out Friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8384041884166032232?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8384041884166032232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8384041884166032232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8384041884166032232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8384041884166032232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-72408.html' title='Thursday 7/24/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1628277758454520423</id><published>2008-07-22T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:24:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 7/22/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took care of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when she's getting dressed, she asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you want this to be over? it's fine if you want to, just let me know, I can tell you're not really into it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really answer her, I want to have sex with her still, but just not now, maybe a couple of months down the line, and I want to keep that option open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was really cool about it, which I appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see S2 from Sat night in a little bit, see if she wants to go out this weekend.. hopefully it'll work out good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1628277758454520423?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1628277758454520423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1628277758454520423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1628277758454520423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1628277758454520423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday-72208.html' title='Tuesday 7/22/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3848294444937742024</id><published>2008-07-21T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:11:53.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 7/21/08</title><content type='html'>I am totally dreading tonight. I was planning on having BC come over last night, but I chickened out, told her I was too tired, and postponed it till tonight. I think usually people are excited if they're getting some, but not in my case, I'm dreading it. I'm having performance anxiety or something. Is that chicken or is that a sign that I need to call it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on visiting S2 tomorrow to see if she wants to go to lunch.. a little nervous, but excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3848294444937742024?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3848294444937742024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3848294444937742024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3848294444937742024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3848294444937742024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-72108.html' title='Monday 7/21/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5839790983522913453</id><published>2008-07-20T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:13:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 7/19/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club5 with my friend L and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONS of people out, crazy packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to this girl in line (she's pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hottt&lt;/span&gt;.. but forgot her name) just kind of chatting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BSing&lt;/span&gt;, then her friend came up from behind, and we started talking. Her name is S, brunette, total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hotty&lt;/span&gt;, sexy smile. We're talking, joking, and are getting touchy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huggy&lt;/span&gt;, and she gave me a couple of pecks on the cheeks and the lips... :) Got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cockblocked&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times, but she still stuck with me, which is cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her again later chatted with her some more, I know I should have, probably could have gotten her number, but I didn't (as usual), instead, I said something like "Am I going to see you here again next week?" she said "maybe :)" anyways, I hate it. I'm sure it's partially no balls, and partially thinking too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to this other girl near the bar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, I'm getting a drink for my friend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;introduces&lt;/span&gt; me to her friend, and I got "the look" and I'm thinking.. oh.. IT"S ON..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we kind of chatted a little, then she got her drink and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, my friends and I were talking and she and her friends walk by, I said hi and was going to give her a hug, instead, she went in for a full on kiss... a little surprised.. but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to get tacos after, Met this girl named S2 (I think). Cute little girl, young (22), find out that she works really close to my work, so I suggested that we go to lunch, and she said "ya! come on by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me earlier today "I miss your hard cock in my wet pussy" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... I was with my parents when I go that.... I guess that means I'll have to see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; night.. ugh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5839790983522913453?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5839790983522913453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5839790983522913453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5839790983522913453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5839790983522913453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-71908.html' title='Saturday 7/19/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-269603764302102622</id><published>2008-07-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:26:52.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday 7/16/08</title><content type='html'>BC is pissed at me, she went off that I "make her wait so long and not texting her", wtf!?!? I can't help but find this kind of funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-269603764302102622?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/269603764302102622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=269603764302102622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/269603764302102622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/269603764302102622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-71608.html' title='Wednesday 7/16/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8161615200335704985</id><published>2008-07-10T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:52:42.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 7/10/08</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen BC for a few weeks now. I was nervous that she would text me sunday night (our usual night), but she didn't, infact, she hasn't texted me the last couple of days, which is fine. You might think, wtf is wrong with this guy, he's turning down sex!??! Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but I just don't like sex with her. There is just zero attraction there, and that is the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as K2, she still texts me almost everyday. There is not really any attraction there too, but it's more exciting since she's "newer". I want to go over for lunch tomorrow if she doens't work. Hopefully she doens't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8161615200335704985?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8161615200335704985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8161615200335704985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8161615200335704985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8161615200335704985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-71008.html' title='Thursday 7/10/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5424845666684328748</id><published>2008-06-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:56:50.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 6/29/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was TONS for girls out, and super hot too! I was thrilled as it looks like it could be a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Was walking to the bar, this girl grabs my arm and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, my friend wants you for your body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where is your friend at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her friend, chatted.. then that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Met this girl named A, we start talking, laughing, having a good time, etc... Made out a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy L and I are about to leave, and I ask for her number, she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't give out my number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't give out my number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see you again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah blah.. fate.. if we run into eachother again...blah blah blah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking, hahah.. WTF are you talking about, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok, well, I had a good time, I'll see you later then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to top off one of the lamest rejections, the burrito I got after was super salty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5424845666684328748?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5424845666684328748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5424845666684328748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5424845666684328748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5424845666684328748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-62908.html' title='Saturday 6/29/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7874822330652407558</id><published>2008-06-28T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:53:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 6/28/08</title><content type='html'>My cousin and a friend had a birthday dinner tonight, so I went to that.  I know almost everyone one there, but up the stairs comes this couple carrying a toddler that I don't know. At first I didn't think much of it, but the wife looks really familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her when I bumped into her later in the night. After talking to her a little bit, I remembered that her and I got a little flirty in college. She's still looking pretty good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC came over earlier in the week, it was ehhh.. She doesn't turn me on as much as before for sure, but she does get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2 still texts me everyday. She doesn't work next week, so I think I"ll be going there for lunch a couple of times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7874822330652407558?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7874822330652407558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7874822330652407558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7874822330652407558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7874822330652407558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-62808.html' title='Friday 6/28/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5675127755117315780</id><published>2008-06-20T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:48:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 6/19/08</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to get a nooner with K2, and today would be a good day as she does not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, she write me in the morning. We go back and forth a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah, blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired, I need a nap.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maybe you should take a nap over here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's on for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go over there, we chit chat a little, then we head to bed. Took care of business, and even got a little nap in, and went back to work.. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, I was thinking I should get BC to come over tonight. Have sex with 2 girls in 1 day, that's a pretty big accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5675127755117315780?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5675127755117315780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5675127755117315780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5675127755117315780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5675127755117315780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-61908.html' title='Thursday 6/19/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5327778858996578898</id><published>2008-06-17T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:56:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 6/17/08</title><content type='html'>"Good morning sunshine :) how you doin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2 texts me that every morning now... and we have these flirty text banters throughout the day. I'm kind of flattered I guess. It's pretty apparent now that she likes me, but I don't like her in that way. I think I'll drag her along to get sex out of it. I'd rather have sex with her than BC because she's someone new. I know it's a dick move, but I'll chalk it up as a learning/life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of BC, I need/should have BC come over these days, but I don't really feel like it, and I can sense that she's going to text me any day now, I kind of dread it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5327778858996578898?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5327778858996578898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5327778858996578898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5327778858996578898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5327778858996578898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-61708.html' title='Tuesday 6/17/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8379331155375032129</id><published>2008-06-11T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:28:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, 6/10/08</title><content type='html'>BC texted me wanting to come over. Though it's been a while since we had sex, I still wasn't really looking forward to F-ing her.. but oh well... I texted her to come by later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes over, we do our thing. She was ALL into it, and she finishes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I noticed a change in her attitude.. She turned the table and is acting like SHE wanted to get the F out of there.. lol.. doing things half assed, restless, wasn't into it. But I haven't finished yet.... so I just sat back and relaxed as she finished me off half assed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she left, she said something like, "you shouldn't deprive me anymore...." haha.. wtf..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8379331155375032129?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8379331155375032129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8379331155375032129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8379331155375032129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8379331155375032129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-61008.html' title='Tuesday, 6/10/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8949456861808319639</id><published>2008-06-09T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:41:56.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 6/6/08</title><content type='html'>K2 texts me quite often, almost everyday, and today was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she texts me during work, wanting to hang out after work, (as usual..) and I kind of don't want to (as usual..), but then she suggested that I go over and she'll make dinner... hum... I'm thinking, this is an unusual request... so I told her maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, my friends talked about going to a bar to hangout, and I wanted to go. So I called K2 telling her that I can't make it to her dinner, but I'll call her after I'm done, and she was cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my friends at Bar/Club6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there, just hung out, shot pool and BS'd. It was pretty filled there. I see a large group of people walking up all dressed up, and this one girl catches my eye. No biggie, went back to BSing with my friends. A little later, I see her in the vicinity, so I keep my eye on her. She did catch me eyeing her a couple of times, but she didn't do anything, and I didn't pursue her any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They close at midnight, and we take off, I called K2 to see what she's up to. Asked her to come over, she goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but it's so late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so? we'll have a slumber party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come over, it'll be fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alrite.. how do I get there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking.. whattt? did she said she'll come over!?!? .. I was kind of in disbelief that she is coming over this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she arrives a little later, I'm now thinking... IT'S ON NOW for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a tour of my house, then went to watch TV upstairs. We cuddled while watching TV, and fell asleep. I woke up, suggested we go to bed, and off to my bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into bed, cuddled some more, then started making out, hand all over each other, then gradually worked my way off the bra, pants, then her underwear...... after we were done, I thought.. WOW... I just F'd a 21 year old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we both fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning, I'm thinking.. I better hit it again while she's still here.. so I worked my way in.. (lol.. literally and figuratively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're done, she went back to sleep, but I couldn't sleep, I was thinking how the F can I get her out of my house?? gracefully?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted my friend Q for some ideas, and he suggested that I tell her that my parents are coming over, and to start cleaning.. LOL.. SWEET IDEA!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and started cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8949456861808319639?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8949456861808319639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8949456861808319639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8949456861808319639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8949456861808319639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-6608.html' title='Friday 6/6/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-3220056693311193907</id><published>2008-06-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:02:12.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 5/31/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club5, met my buddy L there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into K3 there, met her friends, one of them, M2, I really like, really pretty, awesome smile, talked to her a little. But I think she's got a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the other section to find L, on the way there, I noticed these 2 girls really grinding it up with eachother, one blond, one brunette. The blond sees me looking at her, I gave her a smile, she smiles back, I gave her a look and a grin as I walked towards L, she's liking it, she smiles back again. I find L, we get a drink, BSing, I spot out the blondy, it was easy because she's already spotted me.. now I'm thinking, fuck... I've got to go dance with her.. I BS with L and his friends some more. Then I reluctantly went over. I went up behind the blondy grinding her up a little, she was digging it, then somehow I ended up between the blondy and the brunette. I was trying to move with the music, but they were doing all the work, so that worked out good.. that was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't dance, that's why I hate going out to the dance floor. So I've got to figure out another way to approach the girls in these situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find L back near the bar, he was talking to these girls, I go join them. It's a group of bachelorette party. Chatted with them a bit. Met this girl names M3, cute little brunette. BSd them a little, then they want to go dance... ugh.. luckily, I see K3 and her friends, so I went over there, didn't see M2 though... Chatted with them a little and they were on their way out. So then I go find L. He's dancing with the bachelorette party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. I've got to go dance again.. oh.. what the hell, I'm nicely buzzed, M3 is cute, so I went over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got M3's number at the end of the night. not sure if I'll call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like M2, I could date her. I've got to find a way to meet/see her again without seeming too creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-3220056693311193907?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/3220056693311193907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=3220056693311193907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3220056693311193907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/3220056693311193907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-53108.html' title='Saturday 5/31/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2560099930884577455</id><published>2008-05-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:41:18.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/27/08</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week since I had BC come over, I feel like I should see her soon, though I really don't feel like it. She performs well, but I'm kind of over fucking her. It's almost 10 and I'm trying to find a way for to stall out of of it. Tonight would be the best night for her to come over though, that's why the long contemplation. Finally I decided to just text her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "want to come over tonight?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: "I don't know babe, am I going to cum this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. wtf kind of reply is that!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "not if I cum first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: "well, in that case maybe I should just stay home tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. omfg.. ok biatch, suit your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: "how about tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: "how much later tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "come at 11:30"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bc: "sure, I'll be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol... she's addicted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she comes over, we do our thing.. she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"babe, you made me cum so hard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk her out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2560099930884577455?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2560099930884577455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2560099930884577455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2560099930884577455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2560099930884577455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-52708.html' title='Tuesday 5/27/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-884798378474815167</id><published>2008-05-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:44:29.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/20/08</title><content type='html'>BC came over last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she's gets dressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "I have a question for you.. you're not secretly married are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "uh.. no.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "ok.. are you f-ing someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "no.. are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "no.. I'm talking to someone else, but we're not having sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh.. ok.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk her to the door... "have a good night"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-884798378474815167?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/884798378474815167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=884798378474815167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/884798378474815167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/884798378474815167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-52008_21.html' title='Tuesday 5/20/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1221916021248339091</id><published>2008-05-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:00:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/20/08</title><content type='html'>It's 7 in the morning, I'm eating my cereal. I hear a text message go off on my phone downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is texting me so early?? must be my buddy J (he's east coast time), I'll check it when I'm in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good morning sunshine :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's k2... wtf..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1221916021248339091?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1221916021248339091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1221916021248339091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1221916021248339091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1221916021248339091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-52008.html' title='Tuesday 5/20/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1899438479205795729</id><published>2008-05-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:15:03.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 5/17/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club2 for a birthday. Bar/Club2 I don't really like, I don't like the crowd, and I don't have much sexcess there. oh well, it's for a good friend's bday, we'll just go have a good time. My buddy L came along too, I like him.. he's pretty aggressive at meeting girls and we have similar taste in the girls we go after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're hanging out at the upstairs bar area, BSing, and I notice it's only us there.. wtf? then up come these 2 girls, kind of nerdy, out of place. I go talk to them. It's one of their's bday, the friend is cuter than the bday girl, she's pretty cool, cute. The bday girl kind of reminded me of Mary Katherine Gallagher from SNL, lol.. . Chatted with them a bit.  Got their names, but don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my drink at the bar, I turn around, L is talking to these 3 girls. I go over, meet them all, one of them is just blatantly disinterested, texting herself away, but the other two are pretty cute. BSd with them a bit, eh... not really feeling it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go. I left, no number, no new names, alone... again... ugh.. thats why I don't like this place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1899438479205795729?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1899438479205795729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1899438479205795729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1899438479205795729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1899438479205795729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-51708.html' title='Saturday 5/17/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2803677264037871529</id><published>2008-05-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:19:20.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5/16/08</title><content type='html'>K2 texts me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey :) hows my favorite person doing? miss me yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I *KNEW* she'd text me first... but didn't reply, didn't want to BS with her, I'll reply her next time she texts me. give her some more time to think about me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2803677264037871529?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2803677264037871529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2803677264037871529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2803677264037871529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2803677264037871529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-51608.html' title='Friday 5/16/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-4910194204333277016</id><published>2008-05-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:18:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 5/15/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went to a local baseball game, $2 beer night + nice weather = TONs of HOTT girls. Felt like I was back in college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my friend T wanted to hook me up with a friend of his and asked her to go too, so I met her, wasn't really my type, so I wasn't all over her. I was more interested in having a good time and hanging with my friends, and if she's involved, great!, if not, oh well.. which is what she did, and I didn't actively participate her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back, I'm thinking if it was rude of me to not talk to her or pay more attention to her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so there are TONS of hott girls there, didn't really talk to many of them, felt like I was out of my element (a bar/club setting) but that’s just another obstacle I need to conquer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later that night K2 texted me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hi P! what are you doing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"blah blah blah"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some more BS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"what are you doing this weekend?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"lol.. silly boy, no really, what are you doing?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"omg p, haha, wtf"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol.. she'll write me back later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-4910194204333277016?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/4910194204333277016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=4910194204333277016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4910194204333277016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4910194204333277016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-51508.html' title='Thursday 5/15/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-8374214797178656633</id><published>2008-05-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:41:15.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/13/08</title><content type='html'>I felt like I had to get BC over tonight, I haven't seen her for over 2 weeks, I kind of don't want to see her, but I know she's hooked and she wants it, and I have to give it to her if I want to get it regularly and if I don't want backlash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I texted BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "want to come over tonight at 11?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "sure babe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she comes over at 11, does her thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "ohhh, babe, that feels sooo gooodd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC: "you taste good babe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as she leaves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "have a good nite..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently we're not using names... kind of weird, but that's how it is.... I LIKE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-8374214797178656633?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/8374214797178656633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=8374214797178656633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8374214797178656633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/8374214797178656633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-51308.html' title='Tuesday 5/13/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6966604416462284087</id><published>2008-05-13T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:52:47.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 5/10/08</title><content type='html'>Went out of town to my friend S's wedding for the weekend. No really hard core picking up on girls, but some interesting casual encounters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the ceremony a little early to see if he needed help. I got there and they were taking pictures, so I stood off to the side watching, see this girl singing along with the music, kind of gave her a smile, she sees me and gives me a smile back, and I see her walking towards me. Comes over, find out she's the wedding coordinator, we start to chat a little, she laughed at something I said and gives me a hug....? hum... thought that was a little different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding, S threw an after party at his house, saw C, met her before, she's pretty cute, nice teeth, tall too, which is always attractive, chatted with her a little. I would totally go after her if I lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to J, the maid of honor, we ended up talking for a while, then her bf/hubby comes over and just puts his arm around her. No introduction, no eye contact, no acknowledgement of me, I thought, a little insecure..? lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6966604416462284087?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6966604416462284087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6966604416462284087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6966604416462284087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6966604416462284087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-51008.html' title='Saturday 5/10/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5193406860895938583</id><published>2008-05-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:14:24.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/6/08</title><content type='html'>after dinner, I wanted to get a new tie to wear for a wedding I'm going to this weekend, so I thought, I'd bring the flowers along to give to someone. As a random kind of kindness, make someone's day, and myself feel better I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see two ladies walking by.. prob mid 30s, hand it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little confused, and takes the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes, happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, and it's my birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh! happy birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; so sweet! do you just go around and hand out flowers??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes :) have a nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my good deed for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5193406860895938583?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5193406860895938583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5193406860895938583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5193406860895938583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5193406860895938583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-5608_06.html' title='Tuesday 5/6/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-7012131028183585081</id><published>2008-05-06T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:03:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 5/6/08</title><content type='html'>Pumped myself up to go find my heartbreaker, even got flowers in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the first shop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is there a H here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sympathetic "no...." from a cute blondie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh.. well, is there another bridal shop near here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no.. but there is a dress shop down the street you can try... that's really sweet though!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"alright, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked half a block down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is there a H here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sympathetic "no...." from a brunette..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um.. ok.. is there another bridal shop near here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refers to the one I came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hum.. ok.... have a nice day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's so sweet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH!!... I guess I have no one to blame except myself for not getting her number. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF am I going to do with these flowers now? I was thinking of giving to the blondie from the first shop, but that would be kind of ghetto.. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-7012131028183585081?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/7012131028183585081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=7012131028183585081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7012131028183585081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/7012131028183585081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-5608.html' title='Tuesday 5/6/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-432268737920865333</id><published>2008-05-04T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:54:05.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 5/3/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Went out to Bar/Club4 for a bday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We’re hanging out at the table they got, not much action… then I started chatting with the bartender. Super cute, I guess I like talking to them because they have to be nice to you but I don’t expect anything from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we’re hanging out, nothing really going on, then up come a bachelorette party, 10-15 uber hotties marching up the stairs to the section next to ours, they were all hot, but this one girl in a red dress really caught my eye as they passed. Kind of just absorbing them in and hanging out with my friends, then I caught the one in red eye f-ing me…. NICE!… I’m thinking, I can’t just pounce on her, so I play it cool.. we eye f eachother for a while, flashing a smile here and there. Then I went to talk to her. Her name is H.. (ugh!! That my sister’s name! At least I’ll remember it) She was cool, we really didn’t talk that much then we started making out. Then went our separate ways. That was round one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her devious smile lured me back in again, this time on the dance floor. (I don’t dance, so for me to get on the floor, there is only one purpose) We were grinding each other, our hands all over eachother, made out some more. And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is her name, and where she works. I’m contemplating if I should track her down or not. I’ve see and met many people, they’ve come and go, but there’s something different about her that I like. Maybe it’s her devious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you makeout with someone, grind, grope each other up, and not get their number??? Ask me! Welcome to my world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-432268737920865333?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/432268737920865333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=432268737920865333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/432268737920865333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/432268737920865333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-5308.html' title='Saturday 5/3/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-2248363387272376782</id><published>2008-05-04T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:46:31.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5/2/08</title><content type='html'>Went to K2’s place last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history on K2. K2 reminds me of a jellybean. Because she looks like one. Lol.. She’s 21, moved out to where I am maybe a year ago, and that’s when I met her. I know K2 from her dad, so to me, she totally just looks like her dad… = instant softie. But since I thought it would make good blog material, I had to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texts me a lot wanting to hang out, but I always turn her down. So today was no different when she texted me wanting to hang out. I’m not doing anything, so I agreed. I suggested that we stay in, drink and watch a movie, and she was thrilled. Drunk girl at her apartment? This is setting up to have a high sexcess rate. So I head over to her place. We chatted, BSd, whatever… at one point, I realized I was looking down her shirt while she was doing something, then I noticed.. damnn! I can probably see her whole boob! So things are looking bright then, I tried to get her to have to get up and do things, just for that possibility of her bending down or I can be looking down her shirt some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened… we were picking out a dvd to watch. She was sitting on the floor, and I was standing above her looking at her “dvds”. Just the angle of how thing worked out, I was staring at her little B cups. 21 year old boobs… instant boner. Of course one little peep wasn’t enough, so I asked her about almost every movie she has… we must have spend a good 10 min picking out a dvd to watch. I like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get her to drink more, but wouldn’t really bite, so, whatever. Then I thought, I could try the backrub technique (that my master playa sensei J) suggests. I told her my back is sore, and that she should give me a back rub. And she did. After, I gave her a neck rub, I can tell she’s REALLY enjoying it, and I’m confident that I could have peeled some layers of clothes off, but I didn’t go that road…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely set up as a high sexcess situation, but I don’t score again. I know it’s because it’s no balls, but I’ll chalk it up as it’s because when I see her = I see her dad = instant softie. Eh... oh well, my heart’s not broken for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-2248363387272376782?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/2248363387272376782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=2248363387272376782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2248363387272376782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/2248363387272376782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-5208.html' title='Friday 5/2/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-6887438444791319102</id><published>2008-04-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:10:21.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 4/28/08</title><content type='html'>got a text this morning from BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"babe, you tasted great last night.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what I like to hear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-6887438444791319102?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/6887438444791319102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=6887438444791319102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6887438444791319102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/6887438444791319102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-42808.html' title='Monday 4/28/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-96126996584991049</id><published>2008-04-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:08:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 4/27/08</title><content type='html'>Probably needed to have BC come over to keep this "relationship" going, so I texted her. Came over at her usual time, took are of business and got up and out as soon as I'm done. good puppy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-96126996584991049?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/96126996584991049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=96126996584991049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/96126996584991049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/96126996584991049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-42708.html' title='Sunday 4/27/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-846502640583579053</id><published>2008-04-28T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:35:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 4/26/08</title><content type='html'>Went to Bar/Club2 tonight. haven't been there in a while, the scene really changed, for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in line at the bar, talked to this Korean chick, pretty good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't look like you're having a good time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blah blah blah" (don't remember what she said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of just BSd a little more, then I thought, uh.. you're lame... bitch, so I went back to talking to my friend. a moment after, I grabbed her ass... then in the background I hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who the F grabbed my ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't think anything of it, so I just continued to talk to my friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she's moved to another part of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who the F! grabbed my ass! I know it's one of you over there" (pointing in our direction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kind of laughed, and my friend and I looked at each other like, you crazy bitch.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to this other girl in line, young tall brunette. I mean YOUNG, I didn't even think she looked 21. we just kind of chatted a little, then I bought her a drink and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have at least gotten her name. oh well, that's my good deed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Bar/Club3 after, I think we got there close to last call, so I just got water, and started to talk to this girl, cute, blond, nice teeth, nice smile. she said she graduated HS in 02.. which makes her.. 22/23ish... nice!! :) so we chatted for while, and got her number. will give her a call, but kind of nervous though, because I wouldn't be able to pick her out of a lineup. but she's got a lot going for her though, she's blond, cute, nice teeth, nice smile, and young. hopefully she's not the shape of a pear. her name is J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-846502640583579053?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/846502640583579053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=846502640583579053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/846502640583579053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/846502640583579053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-april-26-2008.html' title='Saturday 4/26/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-4973210416004700714</id><published>2008-04-22T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:04:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 4/22/08</title><content type='html'>omfg, BC texted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey punk, you feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. I really don't feel like dealing with her... got to think of how to get her off my back today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-4973210416004700714?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/4973210416004700714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=4973210416004700714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4973210416004700714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/4973210416004700714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday-42208.html' title='Tuesday 4/22/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-5802296454271270591</id><published>2008-04-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:19:33.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 4/20/08</title><content type='html'>Called V, met with her to have lunch, gave her a hug when I saw her, she’s pretty cool person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t wear her blue contacts though, which I thought was just sexy, especially on a Thai mix, so I had to just keep my eyes on her yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DSL&lt;/span&gt;.. which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t hard. But we had lunch, went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, chatted some more. Gave her a hug when we’re leaving, but this time I noticed it was nice full body one, not like the weak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; hug in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my parent’s house for dinner, on the way back, I usually call my buddy S to catch up, I told him that I don’t really want to F my BC tonight, but I feel bad for denying her, he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“just tell her you don’t feel well..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thinking S!&lt;br /&gt;so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; my BC telling her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't F you tonight, not feeling well"&lt;br /&gt;"hope you feel better, blah blah, that means you have to make it up to me now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. i knew she'd come back with that... but i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can’t tell, I don’t really like F-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; her, but it’s nice to when the pipes are backed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-5802296454271270591?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/5802296454271270591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=5802296454271270591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5802296454271270591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/5802296454271270591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-42008.html' title='Sunday 4/20/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-1638502222392675353</id><published>2008-04-21T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:14:27.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday 4/19/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;V (from last night) texted me in the afternoon, kind of caught me off guard as i thought it was kind of soon.. but it's cool, wanted to get something to eat, but I've already eaten, so I told her that we can grab lunch tomorrow... kept texting back and forth, at one point, I'm thinking.. shit, I'm already low on text for the month, I don't want to go over! so I told her I'm in the middle of a movie, I'll catch her later...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Bar/Club1, again. This time, went out with my roomate and his friends for a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the bar, crowded as usual, I look over, and see this group of 10-15 girls, all blond, hot, together in line, I said to my friend "dude, we should get in line over there" we get over there, I started talking to this girl, she must have been 5'10" with her heels, blond (dyed of course), we started chatting, blah blah blah, then she mentions,&lt;br /&gt;"but I don't have any money to buy drinks"&lt;br /&gt;"well, I might buy you a drink, but what would I get"&lt;br /&gt;"hum.. how about a kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;"hum.. that sounds good... "&lt;br /&gt;so we made out for a little&lt;br /&gt;keep i mind, the whole time as I’m talking to her, my hand is going lower and lower down her back, at one point, I realized that I’m grabbing her ass from under her skirt...&lt;br /&gt;got her name, but forgot.. took some pics for her myspace, then I suggested that we take one of us kissing, but she didn’t bite…&lt;br /&gt;didn’t end up buying her a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ran into her a couple of times throughout the night, said hi, and blah blah… but the last time I ran into her, jokingly I said&lt;br /&gt;“I wanted to get your number, but I’m afraid you’re going to stalk me!!”&lt;br /&gt;we both laughed, and she said&lt;br /&gt;“I would totally give you my number”&lt;br /&gt;but typical of me, I don’t know what happened, but I didn’t just take out my phone to get it, then got CB’d by some giant black dudes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to this uber tatted up chick, (these I really dig now), but she kind of just brushed me off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some point, while wandering around the bar, walked by this cute chick, gave her a smile, and she smiled back, and I continued my way, I didn't realize it until after I walked away she was grabbing onto my hand.. I don't even know why I didn't react, I was probably too drunk... I'm using that as my excuse of why I didn't just stop to talk to her... so retarted..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the night, we were just hanging out in the VIP area (oooohhh, I know) talked to this girl I think from the other table, find out that she works at a ski/snowboard shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sweet!” I thought&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got her number, had to accomplish something that night. Her name is M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-1638502222392675353?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/1638502222392675353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=1638502222392675353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1638502222392675353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/1638502222392675353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-41908.html' title='Saturday 4/19/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3826939799697601907.post-632512534491494549</id><published>2008-04-21T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:51:21.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 4/18/08</title><content type='html'>Friends and I went out to Bar/Club1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw K walk by, she didn't see me though, I went over, smacked her ass, she turns around, says hi!, gives me a hug and a kiss.. tight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bar, to get a drink, talked to this girl named B in line, cute little brunette, just chatting, BS-ing, I always tend to put my hand on their lower back then I first talk to someone, then for some reason, it just keeping working it’s way lower and lower, and it was no different with her, but then at one point, she says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you not grab my ass.."&lt;br /&gt;"can't help it, you have a nice ass..."&lt;br /&gt;"oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hand goes back on lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran into her again later that night, BS'd some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have gotten her number, but as usual, didn't even ask for it, another gets away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy and I were working our way to the bar and someone bumps him and spilled his drink, we both looked at her, she profusely apologizing, I suggested that she just buy him another drink... talking her, we find out that she's got a daughter "your age", we're both like.. wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how old are you!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"44"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking… awesome! But apparently my buddy didn’t think anything of it, and bailed. I ended up talked to her some more, she’s actually pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, my hand was on her ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran into her again later that night and chatted some more.. actually grabbed my hand and led me elsewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably could have gotten her number too, but as usual, didn't ask.. ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're leaving, I’m waiting outside for my friends, next to this girl, started chatting with her, cute, asian, looked like some Thai mix, some major DSL, and had blue contacts.. sexy.. , just kind of bantered about nothing, then she asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you have a myspace?" .. i'm thinking wtf?&lt;br /&gt;"ya.. but i rarely go on it, why don't you take my number instead"&lt;br /&gt;“you want me to take your number?”&lt;br /&gt;“sure.. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes my number. her name is V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3826939799697601907-632512534491494549?l=myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/feeds/632512534491494549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3826939799697601907&amp;postID=632512534491494549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/632512534491494549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3826939799697601907/posts/default/632512534491494549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquestforsexcess.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends-and-i-went-out-to-barclub1.html' title='Friday 4/18/08'/><author><name>P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09021226895466103188</uri><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></entry></feed>
