She: What do you hate?
Him: What do you mean what do I hate?
She: I want to know everything that scares you and everything you hate? First things that comes to mind.
HIm: What if I don’t hate anything?
She: That’s a lie. Than your liar.
HIm: Ok. I hate new couples that are super friendly because they’re obviously getting fucked hard and often. What do you hate?
She: Ok. I hate being cold. What else do you hate? Keep going.
Him: I hate people that preach morals and jesus.
She: I hate old women who stare you down when you wear short shorts.
Him: I hate it when people can’t shut up about their ethnicity or their history or their terrible childhoods.
She: I hate Hello Kitty.
HIm: I hate dogs that bark at me.
She: I hate mayonnaise.
Him: You don’t like mayonnaise?
Him: (frowning) I hate cars with a hundred bumper stickers.
She: I hate people who run into you because they’re staring at their phones on the sidewalk.
HIm: I hate leopard print phone covers.
She: I hate people that say they don’t hate anything.
Him: I hate that I don’t hate you.