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	<title>Comments on: True Tales of Medical School:  Food and the Single Med Student</title>
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		<title>By: JenJen</title>
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		<dc:creator>JenJen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 23:02:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>HAHAHAH Dr. Scott, this is my favorite story!!! Love it! :-DDD</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>HAHAHAH Dr. Scott, this is my favorite story!!! Love it! :-DDD</p>
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		<title>By: andrew</title>
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		<dc:creator>andrew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:43:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Interesting, I thought all you Americans were so rich, now I see that some of you didn&#039;t eat that good as a student..

And I had many fails communicating with girls) First sex at 21. Oh, that&#039;s embarrassing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Interesting, I thought all you Americans were so rich, now I see that some of you didn&#8217;t eat that good as a student..</p>
<p>And I had many fails communicating with girls) First sex at 21. Oh, that&#8217;s embarrassing.</p>
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		<title>By: DNA Girl</title>
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		<dc:creator>DNA Girl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:52:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As a female I find that men tend to be that oblivious even when not sleep deprived, you really do need to have it spelled out for you</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a female I find that men tend to be that oblivious even when not sleep deprived, you really do need to have it spelled out for you</p>
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		<title>By: Scott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 00:50:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a girl call me up one night I was post call and ask me to come over and sleep with her (1 date previous)---only I was too tired to get out of bed. No second date, ever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a girl call me up one night I was post call and ask me to come over and sleep with her (1 date previous)&#8212;only I was too tired to get out of bed. No second date, ever.</p>
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		<title>By: Vineet Gupta</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vineet Gupta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 17:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hehe stuff like this makes you want to kick yourselves later when you&#039;re less oblivious...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hehe stuff like this makes you want to kick yourselves later when you&#8217;re less oblivious&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: JAS</title>
		<link>http://www.politedissent.com/archives/535/comment-page-1#comment-81826</link>
		<dc:creator>JAS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know I&#039;m commenting a lot, but I&#039;m bored and tired.  One, you&#039;re deal with food wasn&#039;t bad.  Medical students at the U of Chicago get nothing for free...ever (except lectures and you better let every doctor or VIP, which due to a few connections thank god I was, go before you...meaning no food).  Don&#039;t feel bad about the flirting either.  I have a story that will put you and the previous poster, Nick, to shame.  A German foreign exchange student was staying with my friend Paul.  Her name was Nora.

Nora (while laying in my arms on a lounge chair in school): Jay, Paul has swimming after school and wont&#039; be home for another four hours.  His dad won&#039;t be home for another six hours.  You have two hours till your tennis match.  Would you like to go home to his empty house, which will be empty for the next four hours, and lay in his bed together and listen to music and see what other fun things we can do.  (Then she winked and kissed me on the cheek).
Me:  No thanks Nora.  I really dont&#039; feel like walking back to his house.  (It&#039;s two blocks away for the record).

I&#039;m an embarrassment to guys.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know I&#8217;m commenting a lot, but I&#8217;m bored and tired.  One, you&#8217;re deal with food wasn&#8217;t bad.  Medical students at the U of Chicago get nothing for free&#8230;ever (except lectures and you better let every doctor or VIP, which due to a few connections thank god I was, go before you&#8230;meaning no food).  Don&#8217;t feel bad about the flirting either.  I have a story that will put you and the previous poster, Nick, to shame.  A German foreign exchange student was staying with my friend Paul.  Her name was Nora.</p>
<p>Nora (while laying in my arms on a lounge chair in school): Jay, Paul has swimming after school and wont&#8217; be home for another four hours.  His dad won&#8217;t be home for another six hours.  You have two hours till your tennis match.  Would you like to go home to his empty house, which will be empty for the next four hours, and lay in his bed together and listen to music and see what other fun things we can do.  (Then she winked and kissed me on the cheek).<br />
Me:  No thanks Nora.  I really dont&#8217; feel like walking back to his house.  (It&#8217;s two blocks away for the record).</p>
<p>I&#8217;m an embarrassment to guys.</p>
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		<title>By: Nick</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 08:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Don&#039;t feel bad.  In high school, a girl once struck up a conversation with a friend of mine:
Cherlynn:  So, Sarah, what do you look for in a guy?
Sarah:  Well, I like a guy with nice eyes.
Innocent enough right?  Five minutes later, she&#039;s turned around in her seat, staring at me:
&quot;Nick, you have really nice eyes.&quot;
Nothin.  A few minutes later:
&quot;Here&#039;s my number, Cherlynn.  Give me a call tonight.  (turns around to face me again) While I have this pen and paper, would ANYONE ELSE like my number?  Anyone at all?&quot;
Yes, that really happened.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don&#8217;t feel bad.  In high school, a girl once struck up a conversation with a friend of mine:<br />
Cherlynn:  So, Sarah, what do you look for in a guy?<br />
Sarah:  Well, I like a guy with nice eyes.<br />
Innocent enough right?  Five minutes later, she&#8217;s turned around in her seat, staring at me:<br />
&#8220;Nick, you have really nice eyes.&#8221;<br />
Nothin.  A few minutes later:<br />
&#8220;Here&#8217;s my number, Cherlynn.  Give me a call tonight.  (turns around to face me again) While I have this pen and paper, would ANYONE ELSE like my number?  Anyone at all?&#8221;<br />
Yes, that really happened.</p>
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		<title>By: Aaron Sapp</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aaron Sapp</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:47:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In OKC the choice was Children&#039;s for breakfast as they had great pancakes really cheap. Lunch was sandwiches at the VA. Huge sandwiches with peppercorn ranch and fresh bread for cheap. If we were feeling wealthy it was the soft bread at Presbyterian Hospital. When Columbia HCA took over management of the University Hospitals the nice bread and good sandwiches made their way to The University Hospital.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In OKC the choice was Children&#8217;s for breakfast as they had great pancakes really cheap. Lunch was sandwiches at the VA. Huge sandwiches with peppercorn ranch and fresh bread for cheap. If we were feeling wealthy it was the soft bread at Presbyterian Hospital. When Columbia HCA took over management of the University Hospitals the nice bread and good sandwiches made their way to The University Hospital.</p>
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