Reminds me of a semi-amusing story, as accurate as I can remember it...
Years back, my brother and I were over at a friend of our parents' house, as our parents were visiting and brought us along. These friends had a couple of daughters, and they had an NES.
So, my brother was playing Super Mario Bros. 2. He was running around and throwing shy guys at each other, when the younger of the daughters interrupts.
"Stop!" She said.
"What?" My brother questioned.
"Those are my boyfriends! Stop killing my boyfriends!"
"I'm not killing them. They're falling off the bottom into the boyfriend box, which sits under the bottom of the T.V."
She seemed satisfied by this. And so the concept of the "boyfriend box" has lived on in infamy.
Go Moon!