<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post6175851011770049764..comments</id><updated>2009-11-27T15:49:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Soul Meets World: Guilty Of Love</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/feeds/6175851011770049764/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html'/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>godsleuth@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-3686954768100893103</id><published>2009-11-27T15:49:44.586-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:49:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Max,

Weekend and week cheers!</title><content type='html'>Hi Max,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend and week cheers!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/3686954768100893103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/3686954768100893103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259365784586#c3686954768100893103' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03303318139290170830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-1939803537254979323</id><published>2009-11-27T10:51:45.744-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:51:45.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Lady A,

"Maybe the friend was projecting?"

Fo...</title><content type='html'>Hi Lady A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe the friend was projecting?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Really? That&amp;#39;s awful.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...it is terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;ROFL. ROFL. ROFL. Being given the finger puts it in another category. ROFL.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL you know? LOL LOL LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I used to be not much a flower person, but when I see the joy on the face of the giver, it&amp;#39;s too touching not to be. It&amp;#39;s the gesture that is the real treat isn&amp;#39;t it?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, absolutely...it is the gesture (so sweet and tender). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Life is a song. I&amp;#39;ve heard that in so many songs.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was from Bananarama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank YOU for your laughter, love and good cheer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Big Smile* don&amp;#39;t mention it, girl! It comes from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Orchids Cheers!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1939803537254979323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1939803537254979323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259347905744#c1939803537254979323' title=''/><author><name>Max Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588149349270422294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09635053040486191359'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-4456057865728755393</id><published>2009-11-27T08:20:48.858-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:20:48.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Max,

    "Why would his friend think he had do...</title><content type='html'>Hi Max,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Why would his friend think he had done something?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the friend was projecting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I have heard of stories where florists&amp;#39; assistents ruin orders out of jealousy *nodding*.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? That&amp;#39;s awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Wearing fingers on a string around the neck? Hell NOOOOOOOOO! If it were my boyfriend I&amp;#39;d say &amp;quot;No, baby....don&amp;#39;t give me the finger...you keep it&amp;quot; LOL LOL....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. ROFL. ROFL. Being given the finger puts it in another category. ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I would be extremely happy!! I am not much of a flower girl, but receiving flowers from my beloved is always marvellous ( the amount of love in the act and in them, simply ravishes me).&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be not much a flower person, but when I see the joy on the face of the giver, it&amp;#39;s too touching not to be. It&amp;#39;s the gesture that is the real treat isn&amp;#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;The title to this post reminded me of a song &amp;quot;come on baby set me free, cause I&amp;#39;m guilty as in guilty be; come on baby can&amp;#39;t you see I am accused of love in the first degree&amp;quot;...and that&amp;#39;s how I feel I am guilty of love in the first degree!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a song. I&amp;#39;ve heard that in so many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Awesome post, my darling: thank you for spreading love :D!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU for your laughter, love and good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Roses Cheers!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/4456057865728755393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/4456057865728755393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259338848858#c4456057865728755393' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03303318139290170830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-3394861460159666595</id><published>2009-11-25T09:23:00.561-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:23:00.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Lady A :D!

Why would his friend think he had ...</title><content type='html'>Hey Lady A :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would his friend think he had done something? I know guilty married men who do not offer a thing to their wives; they simply keep on going as if it were nothing *nodding*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you: flowers do make us remember love (it&amp;#39;s instantaneous, whether we like flower or not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florists are always happy for a couple whenever a man buys his spouse/girlfriend/friend flowers...it&amp;#39;s so obvious. However I have heard of stories where florists&amp;#39; assistents ruin orders out of jealousy *nodding*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O ...word? Wearing fingers  on a string around the neck? Hell NOOOOOOOOO! If it were my boyfriend I&amp;#39;d say &amp;quot;No, baby....don&amp;#39;t give me the finger...you keep it&amp;quot; LOL LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I still prefer flowers over fingers, but sometimes I can use an extra hand. (Insert laughter)&amp;quot; - ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL ROFL me too! LOL LOL *nodding*...only you, A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So what would you think if your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend bought you flowers unexpectedly? Would you be suspicious or appreciative?&amp;quot; - I would be extremely happy!! I am not much of a flower girl, but receiving flowers from my beloved is always marvellous ( the amount of love in the act and in them, simply ravishes me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title to this post reminded me of a song &amp;quot;come on baby set me free, cause I&amp;#39;m guilty as in guilty be; come on baby can&amp;#39;t you see I am accused of love in the first degree&amp;quot;...and that&amp;#39;s how I feel I am guilty of love in the first degree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome post, my darling: thank you for spreading love :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of Love Cheers</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/3394861460159666595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/3394861460159666595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259169780561#c3394861460159666595' title=''/><author><name>Max Coutinho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588149349270422294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09635053040486191359'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-410409247671926127</id><published>2009-11-25T07:55:37.915-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:55:37.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Uber,

Flower power has become iconic in our so...</title><content type='html'>Hi Uber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower power has become iconic in our society and it&amp;#39;s nice when the giver and receiver change roles.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/410409247671926127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/410409247671926127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259164537915#c410409247671926127' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03303318139290170830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-1503430492168492385</id><published>2009-11-25T07:53:31.369-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:53:31.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Felicitas,

They are a wonderful way to show lo...</title><content type='html'>Hi Felicitas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a wonderful way to show love aren&amp;#39;t they?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1503430492168492385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1503430492168492385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259164411369#c1503430492168492385' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03303318139290170830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-7645251365764956406</id><published>2009-11-23T19:04:01.684-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:04:01.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With my ex husband they were quilt flowers.
With e...</title><content type='html'>With my ex husband they were quilt flowers.&lt;br /&gt;With every other man who bought me flowers it was an affection thing,which thrilled me no end.&lt;br /&gt;There is no better gift than  unexpected flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have on occasion bought them for men ,too[who seemed just as thrilled].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important for women to buy men flowers, too.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/7645251365764956406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/7645251365764956406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259031841684#c7645251365764956406' title=''/><author><name>UBERMOUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15428848028109037855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09866734081709937025'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-4403281671232497167</id><published>2009-11-23T18:59:38.528-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:59:38.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers are most definitely welcome, because I kno...</title><content type='html'>Flowers are most definitely welcome, because I know how much my husband enjoys surprising me with them. I believe, for him, they are simply a way of expressing how he feels about our relationship.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/4403281671232497167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/4403281671232497167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259031578528#c4403281671232497167' title=''/><author><name>Felicitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02365380167385885738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04194199555656618720'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-8246400053930387409</id><published>2009-11-23T15:38:54.084-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:38:54.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Cordie,

So for you, roses represent empowermen...</title><content type='html'>Hi Cordie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you, roses represent empowerment. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you cyber roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing your story.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/8246400053930387409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/8246400053930387409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259019534084#c8246400053930387409' title=''/><author><name>Alexys Fairfield</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13486319246332212531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03303318139290170830'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-1855740636942755953</id><published>2009-11-23T14:51:48.230-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:51:48.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd be most appreciative. It would be a joy.  

Ho...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;d be most appreciative. It would be a joy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, years ago, when I was in an abusive marriage, I left my ex-husband after receiving roses for our aniversary.  I couldn&amp;#39;t imagine spending another year in abuse, and the roses which made me feel a feeling I can&amp;#39;t describe coming from him gave me the push I needed to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, C.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1855740636942755953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/6175851011770049764/comments/default/1855740636942755953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html?showComment=1259016708230#c1855740636942755953' title=''/><author><name>cordie</name><uri>http://cordiebw.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://soulmeetsworld.com/2009/11/guilty-of-love.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1055176677823781877.post-6175851011770049764' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1055176677823781877/posts/default/6175851011770049764' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>