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	<title>Comments on: A FIELD GUIDE TO YOUR BOYFRIEND</title>
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	<description>A MAN WHO IS BORN FALLS INTO A DREAM LIKE A MAN WHO FALLS INTO THE SEA*</description>
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		<title>By: Zoe</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-69084</link>
		<dc:creator>Zoe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 16:18:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OK I'd forgotten how freaking HILARIOUS this post was. Flash forward 5 years and now I have a kid with said boyfriend (the one mentioned in my comment above, not The Hoff. Unfortunately.)

Thanks for redirecting me to this post Patrick...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OK I&#8217;d forgotten how freaking HILARIOUS this post was. Flash forward 5 years and now I have a kid with said boyfriend (the one mentioned in my comment above, not The Hoff. Unfortunately.)</p>
<p>Thanks for redirecting me to this post Patrick&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: rekabek.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; another update on your boyfriend</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-50430</link>
		<dc:creator>rekabek.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; another update on your boyfriend</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 20:49:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] of you have been wondering where your boyfriend has been lately, what he&#8217;s up to these days. I know it&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] of you have been wondering where your boyfriend has been lately, what he&#8217;s up to these days. I know it&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve [...]</p>
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		<title>By: rekabek.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Happy Birthday to Me!</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-34754</link>
		<dc:creator>rekabek.com &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Happy Birthday to Me!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 22:07:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Now go reread my Field Guide to Your Boyfriend post. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Now go reread my Field Guide to Your Boyfriend post. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: sowana</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-1785</link>
		<dc:creator>sowana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 19:21:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I recently had to explain the BF game to someone, gave the following example, and THEN I remembered this very useful field guide. You'll have some new visitors to your site, I'm just saying.

coco: your boyfriend keeps staring at me. how secure are you in your relationship?
me: very, he loves me unto death, and he's just wondering why the hell i'm hanging out with a skankho like you. he's concerned for me.
coco: oh is that so. well then, why did he just wink at me? why is he running the palm of his eye up my thigh? i think you two need some counseling.

in other news, i hear neko case is coming back to the rio.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I recently had to explain the BF game to someone, gave the following example, and THEN I remembered this very useful field guide. You&#8217;ll have some new visitors to your site, I&#8217;m just saying.</p>
<p>coco: your boyfriend keeps staring at me. how secure are you in your relationship?<br />
me: very, he loves me unto death, and he&#8217;s just wondering why the hell i&#8217;m hanging out with a skankho like you. he&#8217;s concerned for me.<br />
coco: oh is that so. well then, why did he just wink at me? why is he running the palm of his eye up my thigh? i think you two need some counseling.</p>
<p>in other news, i hear neko case is coming back to the rio.</p>
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		<title>By: gasoline hobo</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-1512</link>
		<dc:creator>gasoline hobo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 22:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i think The Hoff is back on top:

&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/01/theater.davidhasselhoff.ap/index.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;David Hasselhoff Puts on a Dress&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i think The Hoff is back on top:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/02/01/theater.davidhasselhoff.ap/index.html" rel="nofollow">David Hasselhoff Puts on a Dress</a></p>
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		<title>By: Margaret</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-622</link>
		<dc:creator>Margaret</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 21:12:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wow, this clears up a lot, I feel popular with all the boyfriends</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wow, this clears up a lot, I feel popular with all the boyfriends</p>
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		<title>By: Space Nakji</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-536</link>
		<dc:creator>Space Nakji</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 05:44:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know I'm way late on this one, but I thought I'd contribute.

One of my most treasured possessions ever is a little slip of notebook paper with a pencil drawing of a snaggly toothed, bow-legged guy in what appears to be leather pants and not much else with the words "YOUR BOYFRIEND" written above it in Korean and slightly shaky English. My cousin gave it to me during a trip to Korea quite a few years back.

Just goes to show. Boyfriends are universal. Global, even.

Also, for the record, my Korean boyfriend enjoys riding the subway and screaming at other people about the decline of civilization. He also enjoys wearing a shiny polyester suit and spitting on the sidewalk as you walk past.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know I&#8217;m way late on this one, but I thought I&#8217;d contribute.</p>
<p>One of my most treasured possessions ever is a little slip of notebook paper with a pencil drawing of a snaggly toothed, bow-legged guy in what appears to be leather pants and not much else with the words &#8220;YOUR BOYFRIEND&#8221; written above it in Korean and slightly shaky English. My cousin gave it to me during a trip to Korea quite a few years back.</p>
<p>Just goes to show. Boyfriends are universal. Global, even.</p>
<p>Also, for the record, my Korean boyfriend enjoys riding the subway and screaming at other people about the decline of civilization. He also enjoys wearing a shiny polyester suit and spitting on the sidewalk as you walk past.</p>
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		<title>By: blainechowder</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-444</link>
		<dc:creator>blainechowder</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 21:49:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A few months ago I was walking with my friend and I saw an extremely beautiful woman on the other side of the street.  She was wearing shorts and a hoody, her beautiful blonde hair was in a bun.  My friend says, "Dude, that is your next girlfriend, go ask her out."
Long story short, I did.  She said yes.  We went on two dates, and at the end of the second one I leaned in to kiss her and she stopped me to remove her teeth.

"Sorry, they will come lose if I start making out, it's better to remove them", she said.

I was shocked.  "You don't have teeth?"

"I had a really bad gum disease that made my teeth all black and puss covered, so I had them removed."

I was obviously a little grossed out by her descriptions of her blackened puss covered teeth and thus the kiss was not going to happen.  After several awkward moments, I told her goodnight and as she got out of the car she said:

"Your the third guy this month that I have seemed to gross out, why does this keep happening on the second date?  I thought a woman with no teeth was supposed to be a man's dream."

So when somebody says, "there's your next girlfriend, go ask her out", I make sure I ask for a dental history.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few months ago I was walking with my friend and I saw an extremely beautiful woman on the other side of the street.  She was wearing shorts and a hoody, her beautiful blonde hair was in a bun.  My friend says, &#8220;Dude, that is your next girlfriend, go ask her out.&#8221;<br />
Long story short, I did.  She said yes.  We went on two dates, and at the end of the second one I leaned in to kiss her and she stopped me to remove her teeth.</p>
<p>&#8220;Sorry, they will come lose if I start making out, it&#8217;s better to remove them&#8221;, she said.</p>
<p>I was shocked.  &#8220;You don&#8217;t have teeth?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;I had a really bad gum disease that made my teeth all black and puss covered, so I had them removed.&#8221;</p>
<p>I was obviously a little grossed out by her descriptions of her blackened puss covered teeth and thus the kiss was not going to happen.  After several awkward moments, I told her goodnight and as she got out of the car she said:</p>
<p>&#8220;Your the third guy this month that I have seemed to gross out, why does this keep happening on the second date?  I thought a woman with no teeth was supposed to be a man&#8217;s dream.&#8221;</p>
<p>So when somebody says, &#8220;there&#8217;s your next girlfriend, go ask her out&#8221;, I make sure I ask for a dental history.</p>
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		<title>By: palinode</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-434</link>
		<dc:creator>palinode</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 00:37:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And I loved him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And I loved him.</p>
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		<title>By: palinode</title>
		<link>http://rekabek.com/2006/11/a-field-guide-to-your-boyfriend/comment-page-1/#comment-433</link>
		<dc:creator>palinode</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 00:36:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once had a very special boyfriend.  He may have been blind, or maybe he loved his Ray-bans a little too much.  He wore a fedora, a tweed jacket that absorbed stains nicely, and he was an outdoor unlicensed musician.  He would park himself on a bench in the morning and do his routine all day: blow on a tuning whistle, stomp three times, sing "You Are My Sunshine" in a strident tuneless voice.  Repeat for eight hours.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once had a very special boyfriend.  He may have been blind, or maybe he loved his Ray-bans a little too much.  He wore a fedora, a tweed jacket that absorbed stains nicely, and he was an outdoor unlicensed musician.  He would park himself on a bench in the morning and do his routine all day: blow on a tuning whistle, stomp three times, sing &#8220;You Are My Sunshine&#8221; in a strident tuneless voice.  Repeat for eight hours.</p>
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