I like this guy.
He's rude and blunt and obvious and its all very honest, but just dishonest enough to let you know he's really rather tender.
Just my kind of guy.
Our interactions have been short and meaningless:
"I hate you cuz you smile too much."
"oh i'm sorry, I'll do my best to stop."
and we both go on our ways.
I'm sitting and he's sitting and others are sitting around a cluttered table. He begins to pile all the objects on my lap. Niether of us say a word. He finishes the pile all the way up to the salt shakers, gets up, and leaves.
"Can I hole punch your hand?"
"I like my hand, thank you."
and we both go on our ways
Recently he loves my hair. He grabs it, twists it, pulls it. Yesterday he bit it.
We haven't had one full conversation.
I like him.
Did I mention he's ugly? Squashed nose, rounded stomach, thick thighs, unstylish glasses and messy half-black-guy hair.
Yet he's all very confident with all that.
I like that, too.
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