<?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>Femboi on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/femboi/</link><description>Recent content in Femboi on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/femboi/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Best Summer of My Life</title><link>/stories/2009/05/03/the-best-summer-of-my-life/</link><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/05/03/the-best-summer-of-my-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;One summer many years ago, I used to hang out in the parking lot of a local business once it had emptied after the workday. I was 18 years old, but I still had the playful spirit of someone ten years my junior, and I had nothing better to do. I know it seems weird, but I just liked to hang out in empty parking lots; I don&amp;rsquo;t know why. Technically, I was committing a crime—loitering—but I didn&amp;rsquo;t take that too seriously.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>