He's a year older, a rugby and soccer player, athlete, captain of the Hikers' Club and high-ranked person in our high council committee (it's an organization created by students cos we don't approve prefects elected by our teachers). Although he's smart (he was second highest in his batch ranking in academic, each batch is around 150 students), he lived in the most troubled block (most of the boys staying there are troublemakers) in our boarding school.
I, on the other hand, was a debater, euphonium player, and secretary of Art Club. I was ok in my studies, always placed around 5th-10th in my batch and stayed in the 'cleanest' block.
We started talking when our favorite teacher-***-librarian's car got crashed by a tree (it's a long story). Then every time we see each other he always teased me, the most is about my favorite color, red, which he said "if i can taste red, it'd taste like a puke". He started coming to my block and I started going to his and we started seeing each other during the weekend outings and blablabla...haha~
I dated someone pretty feminine and overly emotional for a little while, and I tend to be more masculine and reserved. I had to end it fairly sharpish, as we really weren't working out.
Aside from a lack of physical attraction on my part, I found his constant declarations of love forced and false. I'd prefer for someone to tell me they don't love me yet than to just dish those three special little words out like Halloween candy. I suppose I believe in quality above quantity when it comes to love.
I'm very masculine but not into sports at all...yet have dated two major league baseball players, a professional football player and an international soccer star...(don't waste your time asking for names...I don't kiss and tell...lol...).