Wanna Fight?
I have a somewhat competitive nature.
STOP LAUGHING.
I’m not quite sure where it came from, I’m not sure what drives it (other than the inherent need to be right), and I’m not very good at controlling it. Most men in my life have avoided it, knowing better than to try to prove me wrong.
Except this one.
He’s brave. Or stupid. I haven’t figured it out yet.
But perhaps the most annoying thing about him is… he’s constantly RIGHT.
I do not know how to deal with this, other than resorting to the most childish of reactions; his wit is faster, his logic is more sound, and as I said before, he’s right most of the time.
I just want to smack him. Not quite the way I pictured “love.”
But I love it.