The guy I like is so preppy. I am so not.
           He likes to go to the art museme. I like to go to the science museme.
                                He likes politics. I like bands.
        He dresses nicely, everyday. I wear sweatpants, as much as I can.
   He doesn't like most the things I like. I don't like most the things he likes.
                &yet, its those little things we both like that keep me
                                    slowly, steadly, painfully,
                                            falling for him.