Side-eye. 

He’s the kind of guy that had a rough start. 
He’s the kind of guy that didn’t play nice. 
He’s the kid of guy that hurt, because he was hurting. 

He’s the kind of guy that good girls liked. 
He’s the kind of guy that was dealing with his own stigmas. 
He’s the kind of guy that would have never looked in my direction. 
He’s the kind of guy that would have made fun of me in high school. 
He’s the kind of guy that would lower an already low self-esteem. 
He’s the kind of guy that accepted society by rejecting society. 
He’s the kind of guy that now wants to be my friend. 
He’s the kind of that now wants my attention. 
He’s the kind of guy that now takes me to lunch. 
He’s the kind of guy that now bares his soul. 
He’s the kind of that wants to know how I tick. 
He’s the kind of guy that now wants to taste my lips. 
He’s the kind of guy that now wants to make me tock. 
He’s the kind of guy that wants the kinda girl like me to be his wife. 
I can’t help to side-eye that kind of guy. I can’t help to be impressed by the whole thing. 
-Candace 

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