His strongest virtue is patience; hers is a sense of urgency.
He’s brilliant in math; she can’t multiply in her head if her life depended on it.
He wouldn’t mind the difference between a curtain rod and a piece of string held together by hooks; she will raise hell to match her curtains with her living room paint.
He’s laid back; she’s uptight as a sugarless cup of black coffee.
He devours ketchup; she thinks it’s the second worst invention to nuclear warheads.
He wears gray; she sashays in pink.
A bag of chips, a good TV set and a DVD collection would make his day; she craves the nightlife.
He loved Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon; she curses anything with flying Asians.
He’s a techie; she panics when her computer beeps.
He’s frugal; she’s not.
He’s non-catholic, she’s TECHNICALLY a catholic.
He hates brands; she’s terribly picky.
His is a simple man’s life; hers is that of a drama queen.
WHERE THEY MEET HALFWAY, THAT’S NOTHING ELSE BUT LOVE.
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