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	<title>Comments on: The Mini-Man</title>
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	<description>My parents have a book called "Why is my daughter not married yet"</description>
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		<title>By: tanasie</title>
		<link>http://haplyeverafter.com/2008/06/02/i-think-my-feet-are-bigger-than-his/#comment-145</link>
		<dc:creator>tanasie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 17:22:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, he did call after that date, and asked me out for another. But one night on the phone, he was talking about he had gone to Lowe&#039;s to buy dirt. The power was out at his house, he was debating finding flashlights and reading, or going to a bar, or going to sleep, or making more phone calls. We talked for a long time. My throat was sore. I had said everything I had to say. He clearly had. I told him I was going to go watch the rest of the Top Chef finale. He started flipping out and telling me how offensive it was that I wanted to watch TV instead of having a no-you-hang-up-first conversation where we sat on the phone saying nothing. Haven&#039;t talked to him since.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, he did call after that date, and asked me out for another. But one night on the phone, he was talking about he had gone to Lowe&#8217;s to buy dirt. The power was out at his house, he was debating finding flashlights and reading, or going to a bar, or going to sleep, or making more phone calls. We talked for a long time. My throat was sore. I had said everything I had to say. He clearly had. I told him I was going to go watch the rest of the Top Chef finale. He started flipping out and telling me how offensive it was that I wanted to watch TV instead of having a no-you-hang-up-first conversation where we sat on the phone saying nothing. Haven&#8217;t talked to him since.</p>
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		<title>By: patrick</title>
		<link>http://haplyeverafter.com/2008/06/02/i-think-my-feet-are-bigger-than-his/#comment-127</link>
		<dc:creator>patrick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:29:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>callbacks?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>callbacks?</p>
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