She doesn't like men or women, she just hates people. Just touching her made her look like she was about to die, like a CEO suffering from mysophobia in a novel. The first day I went to school with her made me late, which was really, really annoying.
But later, when I looked at her wet eyes, I would subconsciously feel heart palpitations. The tilted umbrella, the wet shoulders, the distance that wants to be smoothed...
I don't want to like her!
Purpose: You deserve to be loved.