I wrote you a while ago saying that I was tempted to go to Bowdoin for LLBBF related reasons (among others, of course). I would just like to provide an update: I am here, and there are Bean boots aplenty gracing the feet of many men wrapped in flannel. Walking to class is like walking through the Bean catalogue pages. It's perfection.
Gosh, I hope you can pay attention in class with all these distractions!
When he first appeared, I adored Mitchell, even though he only had one photo. I just checked the blog again, and found more and I just got so happy. I actually use this blog as a reason why I want to go to school in Maine, and my mom agrees that its a legitimate reason. My dad and brother on the other hand...
Maine has some wonderful schools! You just have to pick your talking points right.
I have an LL Bean husband (who used to be an LL Bean boyfriend) and I just had to tell you something that happened last night. As we were falling asleep, he sat upright suddenly and said, "Oh! I just remembered! We have to be sure to stargaze before the summer's over." Then he chuckled and said, "Wow, that sounds like something an LL Bean boyfriend would say." The thing is, he 100% wants to stargaze. I think it's an LL Bean boyfriend trait not to know how amazing they are.
Extra points if he can point out constellations by name.
As a woman with a true Maine raised L.L. Bean Husband (he cooks, he cleans, he's building us a beautiful home, he owns chainsaws and splits wood by hand, he helps harvest food from our garden, and he's tall and handsome at that) I find this blog wonderfully perfect and a hilarious over-the-top view of a Maine man (which is still pretty awesome, let's face it). We also have yellow labs. It can happen ladies. You won't know when, you won't know where, but it can happen. Keep the faith.
Can you really call this over the top? I think you just said you live with this fantasy man!
I know I have a lot of Philly readers here (what-what heeey Phillaaay) so you should try to see the boot in person because I will definitely be sprinting here on my lunch break tomorrow (Friday July 12) to gawk at this beautiful Maine spectacle.
If you live in Philadelphia and have an LL Bean Boyfriend, I dare you to drag him there and go take your picture kissing that hunk in front of the boot instead of that boring old LOVE statue.
My grandparents are complete MAINEiacs (their word) so I decided to show my grandma your blog and she was straight up ugly laughing. Now she's making jokes about the LLBean store being a mail order husband service etc. etc. Best life ruining tumblr ever!
If that’s what life-ruining does, I’m okay with it.
What gives these sites their viral appeal is the air-quotes-like ironic humor at play, especially when compared to, say, losing your s—- over Justin Bieber as a legitimate fan. In that way, these sites don’t speak to anything that women want in a partner. They critique the gap — for all of us — between fantasy and reality. Because, after all, it’s just a joke. Right?
Mmm I just had to write and tell you that I loove your Tumblr. The best part? The guys all have names and personas. Reminds me of one of those boyfriend board games that you used to play in middle school-ish. Apparently I've been sorely missing that in my adult life. From one gal to another, well done!
Oh man, imagine if you could combine some old-school fantasy boyfriend board game with LL Bean and… Jumanji. Pine trees sprouting in your living room and your LL Bean Boyfriend appearing to cut them down and fashion them into furniture for you.
Since Your LL Bean Boyfriend was recently included in Down East's Best of Maine issue, I had the pleasure of getting to go to their Best of Maine Awards party with all the other winners. What?! So fun! Pretty much everyone there was a legitimate adult with a legitimate business or something, and as most of the time I feel like a tween with a weird internet habit, it was fun to get that all legitimized with an official plaque. See? It’s okay to hang out on tumblr all the time.
With Paul Doiron, the editor-in-chief of Down East. When I got up there to get my picture with him he leaned over to tell me he was wearing an LL Bean Signature suit.
Since my LL Bean Boyfriend was unavailable, my friend Bekah came along since we both love going to parties where plates of small sandwiches are offered to you more or less constantly. Also she was one of the people with whom this whole joke that escalated into a blog started with, so she’s been freaking out with me for quite some time.
Check out more pictures of the winners on the Down East facebook page, and check out the July issue for Down East's picks (and their readers' picks) on what's what in Maine! (You know, for when you're planning your vacation with your LLBBF. Or the vacation you're going to take to find your LLBBF. Whatever.)
VOTE Your Own LL Bean Boyfriend Adventure (II): Story (Part I)
When Thurston and I met five years ago, I was finishing up my doctorate in archaeology, managing a dig in New Mexico. The project was mostly a glorified exercise for undergraduate interns to get some experience, and not all that exciting as far as uncovering actual artifacts went. Thurston found himself at the site, a struggling photojournalist in the beginning dregs of his career, documenting the project for our funders. When I’d learned that we had to accommodate a photojournalist at the site—explain to him what was going on and make sure he didn’t mess anything up while we went about our work, I was annoyed. I had enough to deal with making sure the interns’ senioritis didn’t destroy what little progress we were making. But as soon as Thurston stepped out of his rented Jeep, my knees went weak.
"I thought this would be more like Indiana Jones,” he said with his signature smirk as he looked around at my motley crew of interns. “So are you like Indiana Jane?” he asked. There was no turning back.
Fast-forward five years, and Thurston and I were blissfully happy together. Now a much more successful photojournalist, Thurston got to travel all over the world, whereas I was still somewhat stuck following whatever academic funding made new digs possible. But as luck would have it, while Thurston was on a two-month assignment in Livingston, Guatemala, writing a story on the Garifuna, I got approved to work on the excavation of possible Maya ruins a few hours away from the beachside town where Thurston was staying…
Whoopsie! I’m behind on my own deadline. I have not been around my computer/the internet much in the last week so please wait til Tuesday and I will—forreal—post the story. For now, here’s a preview of what’s to come.
A narrow win for Thurston! For awhile Harrison was in the lead, but you Thurston fans rallied.
I love your blog. I'm teaching in Morocco this year and these hunks are my nostalgia fix for Maine (woo liberal arts!). Two things to share with you: 1) Up in a tiny mountain town, in the bustling spice-filled marketplace, friends and I found ...a vendor exclusively selling ugly reindeer sweaters and flannels? 2) For january, I was lucky enough to be able to import my very own LLBBF from home. With him, he brought some dried fall leaves, a jug of vermont maple syrup, and flannels. What a man.
What a weird and great thing to bring through customs!