He's the type to stand in the mirror for ten minutes styling his hair to perfection.
She's the type to smooth her wet tangles and call it a day.
He's the type to iron his shirts and his shorts and even his socks sometimes.
She's the type to wear a wrinkled shirt because she doesn't see the point in ironing if it's going to get wrinkled anyway.
He's the type to do laundry every day if it means never wearing a dirty article.
She's the type to wear dirty jeans because in her eyes, they aren't dirty unless worn at least three times.
Some may think they are opposites,
Some may think they would never get along,
Nobody, not a single person, thought they would ever fall in love.
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