I was thinking about Smart Guy the other day because he texted me...again. Smart Guy used to try throw me into categories (they included: alcoholic, slut, prude, cheater, et al). Every time he thought he figured it out, he learned he was wrong. Why was there a need to categorize me? We should have been getting to know each other not trying to label each other.
He was the type who liked to ask "Why" and argue. The "why" was okay, the wanting to argue was not okay. He'd basically tried to "prove" my opinion was wrong. Bruh, it's an opinion.
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