In like with like

I was flipping through a mag while waiting for my sister:

You were confident he liked you, you knew you liked him; you gushed at the kilig details, were turned off by the sablay moments, but were open to still being swept off your feet.

Oh I miss this! Even though sablay moments in previous relationships were usually mine alone. 😦

*sablay is the anti-smooth, the uncool, the gauche, the time you finally realize what to say back to SnarkyGirl after the fact.

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