“There are things about people you find initially endearing but you find annoying much later,” he said.
I related. I described a former good friend who I once loved his quirkiness, but somehow treaded into the wrong territory. He breathed too loudly. I couldn’t stand the fact that he slept in the same clothes he wore during the day. I knew it was just my mind trying to react and rationalize.
He then told me that a girl who had terrorized his life had a mole on her lip. Just like me. They were now sworn enemies and couldn’t be in the same room. I held my breath.
“I am glad I didn’t walk away because you have a mole on your lip too,” he said and touched my mole with a finger.