A younger and much less wise version of myself once had a crush on a certain boy. He was cute, he was smart, and he was just a little bit too full of himself. In other words, he was my Darcy. Whenever we ran into each other, we bantered, exchanged barbs, and even argued. It was fate.
Date a guy who thinks you’re just attractive enough to tolerate. (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)