He was cupping his now bloody nose in his hand and cursing under his breath, however I was far too gone in my rage to pay attention to my throbbing hand.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I seethe, completely enraged.
The skunk has the audacity to actually smirk at me, the nerve, and says, "The man of your dreams."
That's when I let my fist fly, once again connecting with his face.
We've all heard of the stories of two completely different people meeting, hating each others guts and then miraculously falling for each other. Well that doesn't happen in real life, no.