<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
		>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: </title>
	<atom:link href="http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://notkeepingscore.com</link>
	<description>Taking no prisoners. Including herself.</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 15:36:42 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: Kari</title>
		<link>http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/comment-page-1#comment-13137</link>
		<dc:creator>Kari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 02:23:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/#comment-13137</guid>
		<description>Shannon, this almost made me cry (don&#039;t ask why I&#039;ve done that twice today, I don&#039;t know).  A Little like when my sister got married, except that we&#039;d known him for a couple years already.  And when four friends were married in the same year.  Wonderful, I suppose, but incredibly bittersweet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shannon, this almost made me cry (don&#8217;t ask why I&#8217;ve done that twice today, I don&#8217;t know).  A Little like when my sister got married, except that we&#8217;d known him for a couple years already.  And when four friends were married in the same year.  Wonderful, I suppose, but incredibly bittersweet.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: Emma</title>
		<link>http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/comment-page-1#comment-12383</link>
		<dc:creator>Emma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:30:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/#comment-12383</guid>
		<description>It&#039;s been a while, so I thought I&#039;d touch base.  Sounds like you&#039;re out of the country!  I also got a returned mail prompt on your mac email adddress.

Hope all is going well for you.

Maybe we can find time to visit this Summer.  I&#039;ll be in Summer school, but should be free occasionally.

Take care,
Emma</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been a while, so I thought I&#8217;d touch base.  Sounds like you&#8217;re out of the country!  I also got a returned mail prompt on your mac email adddress.</p>
<p>Hope all is going well for you.</p>
<p>Maybe we can find time to visit this Summer.  I&#8217;ll be in Summer school, but should be free occasionally.</p>
<p>Take care,<br />
Emma</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
	<item>
		<title>By: alia</title>
		<link>http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/comment-page-1#comment-11850</link>
		<dc:creator>alia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 11:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://notkeepingscore.com/betrothal/#comment-11850</guid>
		<description>I had forgotten about this story, which you read at my &quot;hen night&quot;. I&#039;d been really thrown off by it at the time and couldn&#039;t take it on properly. I think I was a bit upset by it, actually. I was going through so much of my own processing at the time, coming to terms with the monumental event taking place. And despite my happiness and the loveliness of seeing everyone again and  feeling really honoured that night, I felt more alone than ever. By being &quot;the first,&quot; I was alienated.  And  what it also brought up for me was the feeling that I&#039;ve always been in some way separate and alienated from the girls, because at heart I&#039;m a loner, and that&#039;s what I prefer.  
Yet the events that swept me away from my friends and have kept me away for so many years felt... feel... completely beyond my control. And now, reading that again, I think I understand utterly how you felt... and I can appreciate it as an exceptional piece of writing. Which is all it is anyway, right? It&#039;s not like it&#039;s about us or anything! God!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had forgotten about this story, which you read at my &#8220;hen night&#8221;. I&#8217;d been really thrown off by it at the time and couldn&#8217;t take it on properly. I think I was a bit upset by it, actually. I was going through so much of my own processing at the time, coming to terms with the monumental event taking place. And despite my happiness and the loveliness of seeing everyone again and  feeling really honoured that night, I felt more alone than ever. By being &#8220;the first,&#8221; I was alienated.  And  what it also brought up for me was the feeling that I&#8217;ve always been in some way separate and alienated from the girls, because at heart I&#8217;m a loner, and that&#8217;s what I prefer.<br />
Yet the events that swept me away from my friends and have kept me away for so many years felt&#8230; feel&#8230; completely beyond my control. And now, reading that again, I think I understand utterly how you felt&#8230; and I can appreciate it as an exceptional piece of writing. Which is all it is anyway, right? It&#8217;s not like it&#8217;s about us or anything! God!</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
