We could not get along for a week to save our goddamn lives. Everything—everything!—had to be a fight. I am quite conflict-averse and had never really fought with a significant other before. So imagine my surprise when he got mad at me on our third date, which I was terribly late for. In my defense, I tried to cancel, saying my day had filled up and I couldn’t get up to Portland in time, but he said that he’d looked forward to and planned our date, insisted I be there and did not want to reschedule. When I did finally arrive, he wasn’t at his apartment but at a coffee shop nearby, tutoring one
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