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	<title>Frustrated at Forty</title>
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	<description>Turning 40 and dealing with sex and marriage.</description>
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		<title>Recapping My Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Looking back at this night &#8211; hell, the past five days &#8211; I realize that I just need people.  I need to talk to people.  I need to be touched.  I need some kind of reciprocal communication.  I need to be told that I am special.  I need to be [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=133&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/recapping-my-life/</link>
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		<title>Generation Gaps</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t want to go home to an empty house so I called people to see what they were doing.  Ex Worker Friend was the only one who responded so I ran by her house and picked her up to go have some drinks.  The first place we went to was closed.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=132&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/generation-gaps/</link>
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		<title>Dreams About Me?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Early morning wake up text from Best Friend &#8211; she had had a dream about me!  That bizarre since it&#8217;s usually me having dreams involving her&#8230;
In her dream, I was getting married (present day) to someone and she was in the wedding party.  Apparently I got cold feet the morning of the wedding [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=131&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/dreams-about-me/</link>
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		<title>A Great Day, No Worries</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Best Friend came over this morning at about 7 o&#8217;clock.  It&#8217;s a long story as to why so early, but I won&#8217;t get into that right now.  She got an earful while we looked through the house and drank cups of coffee.  In my NOT being able to talk to her the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=129&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/30/a-great-day-no-worries/</link>
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		<title>Someone thinks I&#8217;m Special</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ex-Worker Friend came by to do more work today.  I was having an absolutely crappy day at work and welcomed the distraction.  We were working on some ideas for a website and getting some edits out of the way.  We were talking about something and she said something along the lines of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=130&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/29/someone-thinks-im-special/</link>
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		<title>Nothing Like Some Trouble</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have not spoken to Best Friend in a long time.  She&#8217;s been avoiding answering me.  I am okay with that in some ways but really needed some ONE to talk two these past couple of weeks. That hasn&#8217;t happened so I have a lot of built up grief and issues.  When [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=128&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/28/nothing-like-some-trouble/</link>
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		<title>Get Out Of Here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The stress level these past couple of weeks has been usually high.  It always seems that when one of us is leaving town that we start bickering more. A lot more.  This is another one of &#8216;those&#8217; instances.
Last night I kind of expected a little more affection.  I came home and she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=127&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/24/get-out-of-here/</link>
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		<title>More of the same</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday &#8211; after a nice morning sex session &#8211; we spent the rest of the morning working on some long-term projects together.  It was an enjoyable day.  We had plans to go to a party last night &#8211; without kids!
I didn&#8217;t know how many people were invited and to be honest, kind of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=126&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/11/126/</link>
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		<title>This is getting old</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I came back from out of town and spent a long, heavy, day of yard work.  She was very happy with the work and was hinting towards some bedroom action.  I was tired and my back was hurting in a bad way.  Sadly, she had started with a beer with dinner and graduated to wine [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=125&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/10/this-is-getting-old/</link>
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		<title>Almost Too Much Alcohol</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Life around the ol&#8217; homestead has been frustrating at best.  We&#8217;re not speaking.  We don&#8217;t communicate ANYTHING.  It kind of puts a damper on anything sexually related as well.
Saturday was more of the same.
Sunday I surprised her by kissing her non-stop for no apparent reason.  At first she was annoyed.  [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com&blog=2051739&post=124&subd=frustr8dat4t&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://frustr8dat4t.wordpress.com/2008/05/04/almost-too-much-alcohol/</link>
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