"But it is Kyle."
She shrugs. "So? That doesn't make him different."
"But he is nice." I don't know why exactly I am even defending him to her right now. Well, I want her to look past Nate and be happy. "I don't know of all the guys you've been with before, but I would pick him out for you even if I was blind." I point out.
"You might as well be blind right now. You are very aware that I have got a strong dislike for that guy."
"Hmmm. That dislike did not stop you from impulsively riding him. I am not so sure anymore." She is never going to hear the last of my teasing on this one.
I think she might be experiencing a love-hate syndrome—in my opinion.
At first you form a dislike for someone.
Then you would become fully convinced and believe that you really dislike them.
