<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Candy Coates on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/candy-coates/</link><description>Recent content in Candy Coates on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/candy-coates/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Lycra Life</title><link>/stories/2006/07/21/the-lycra-life/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/21/the-lycra-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A
daydream by candy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don’t
know how much, if any of this will make sense to you, as it has taken me years
to make sense of the confusion that was my life for so, so long.  Thinking back what will be more than 2yrs ago this August, I married
John after knowing him as a friend for years and years growing up.  We didn’t really date, like most couples do&amp;hellip; it was just, well&amp;hellip;
like we just knew we were meant to be together forever.  He finally asked me to marry him and I eagerly accepted his proposal. &lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>