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	<title>It Was Over When: Tales of Romantic Dead Ends &#187; manners</title>
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		<title>Cheeze Police</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 15:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I reached for a box of Cheez-Its. He implied I shouldn&#8217;t eat them. I said “Why not? You don&#8217;t seem to mind looking at my a**.” He grabbed one of my thighs, jiggled it, and said “It&#8217;s not your a** I&#8217;m worried about.” — cheezitbabe Aftermath: I broke up with him. This post was submitted by [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I reached for a box of Cheez-Its. He implied I shouldn&#8217;t eat them. I said “Why not? You don&#8217;t seem to mind looking at my a**.” He grabbed one of my thighs, jiggled it, and said “It&#8217;s not your a** I&#8217;m worried about.”</p>
<p>— cheezitbabe</p>
<p>Aftermath: I broke up with him.</p>
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		<title>Parking Nazi</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 15:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On on our first date as he drove around looking for a parking spot, an elderly couple was slow getting out of their spot, and he started screaming and swearing at them about how slow old people are. He finally gave up on them and proudly pulled into a handicapped parking space as he showed [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On on our first date as he drove around looking for a parking spot, an elderly couple was slow getting out of their spot, and he started screaming and swearing at them about how slow old people are. He finally gave up on them and proudly pulled into a handicapped parking space as he showed me that he has his “Granny’s” parking tag that he can use.</p>
<p>— MLJ</p>
<p>Aftermath: I was so embarrassed to be seen with this guy that I ended it quickly after that.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by MLJ.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Defecator</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 15:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was dating a guy who installed water softeners. He told me that while he was at people’s homes if the water was shut off he would just s*** there in their basement or crawl space. If it was the crawl space, he left it. — Kimberly Aftermath: I am no longer with him. The man [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was dating a guy who installed water softeners. He told me that while he was at people’s homes if the water was shut off he would just s*** there in their basement or crawl space. If it was the crawl space, he left it.</p>
<p>— Kimberly</p>
<p>Aftermath: I am no longer with him. The man I am marrying knows how to hold it and where to go.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by Kimberly.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spittin&#8217; Nails</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He refused to use nail clippers, instead pulling his foot up to his mouth and chewing off his toenails! Then he spit them out on my carpet! — Angie Aftermath: I packed his stuff and put it in my driveway. Then I called him at work and told him to bring a truck because he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He refused to use nail clippers, instead pulling his foot up to his mouth and chewing off his toenails! Then he spit them out on my carpet!</p>
<p>— Angie</p>
<p>Aftermath: I packed his stuff and put it in my driveway. Then I called him at work and told him to bring a truck because he was OUT!</p>
<p>This post was submitted by Angie.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Death of a Marriage</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 15:06:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day of my dad’s funeral my husband insisted on stopping at an archery store so he could “look around.” — boomer Aftermath: We are divorced. This post was submitted by boomer.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The day of my dad’s funeral my husband insisted on stopping at an archery store so he could “look around.”</p>
<p>— boomer</p>
<p>Aftermath: We are divorced.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by boomer.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sugar Mamma</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 09:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To celebrate Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend told me that he wanted to take me out to a nice dinner as my present. Dinner was awesome until the bill came and he conveniently forgot his wallet. He slid the bill across the table and said “You&#8217;ve got this, right babe?” Happy Valentine’s Day to me! — Amanda [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To celebrate Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend told me that he wanted to take me out to a nice dinner as my present. Dinner was awesome until the bill came and he conveniently forgot his wallet. He slid the bill across the table and said “You&#8217;ve got this, right babe?” Happy Valentine’s Day to me!</p>
<p>— Amanda</p>
<p>Aftermath: To make up for the incident he took me out to a nice dinner again. This time, instead of forgetting his wallet he didn&#8217;t have enough money to cover the bill.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by Amanda.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Got What She Wanted</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 09:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She noticed my grandma&#8217;s opal pedndant, a family heirloom. She asked if she could borrow it. I said “Maybe someday, it&#8217;s really important to me.” Two and a half years later I give in and let her borrow it for a weekend. She breaks up with me over the phone that night and refused to see me ever again. Guess [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She noticed my grandma&#8217;s opal pedndant, a family heirloom. She asked if she could borrow it. I said “Maybe someday, it&#8217;s really important to me.” Two and a half years later I give in and let her borrow it for a weekend. She breaks up with me over the phone that night and refused to see me ever again. Guess she got what she wanted.</p>
<p>— Heirloom</p>
<p>Aftermath: She tried to get back with me a few times but denies she has the pendant, despite running in to her and seeing it around her neck. I&#8217;m only allowed the satisfaction of denying her advances, but I&#8217;d rather have the heirloom.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by Heirloom.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting by the phone</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 09:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was great. Then one day he said, “We need to talk”—but then wouldn’t take my calls. So I went without any last words. — Snake Aftermath: It’s been two months and we still haven’t had the “talk.” This post was submitted by snake.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was great. Then one day he said, “We need to talk”—but then wouldn’t take my calls. So I went without any last words.</p>
<p>— Snake</p>
<p>Aftermath: It’s been two months and we still haven’t had the “talk.”</p>
<p>This post was submitted by snake.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I&#8217;ll (never) get the next one</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 09:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We had been talking on the phone for a month (he was overseas). The night I picked him up from the airport we went out. When we went to the bar for drinks he looked at me and said “You got this one I&#8217;ll get the next.” — Nancy Aftermath: We went out four other times and he [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had been talking on the phone for a month (he was overseas). The night I picked him up from the airport we went out. When we went to the bar for drinks he looked at me and said “You got this one I&#8217;ll get the next.”</p>
<p>— Nancy</p>
<p>Aftermath: We went out four other times and he did the same thing everytime, he never did get the next one!</p>
<p>This post was submitted by nancy.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coin Toss</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 09:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A guy I dated had a choice, one night on going out with me or going with his friends. He flipped a coin and I lost. — Wendy Aftermath: He later came to my door and apologized, but it was too late. This post was submitted by Wendy.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A guy I dated had a choice, one night on going out with me or going with his friends. He flipped a coin and I lost.</p>
<p>— Wendy</p>
<p>Aftermath: He later came to my door and apologized, but it was too late.</p>
<p>This post was submitted by Wendy.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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