When I met her, it was disgust at first sight. I don't know how feelings go from disgust to fondness, but I know what I felt. I needed an excuse to leave the house, and this presented itself, after chatting

 I stared at the ceiling, she stared right back, not blinking even once. On most nights, we were in this staring contest, and she would always win. Her wins, which made my losses, didn't upset me because,