She is a Libra. He is an Aries.
She hates the crumpled-yick-dishrag look of the “shirt.” She hates the stylists guts. She’s thinking how long can Aries glare intensely into a mirror checking out his own biceps already?
Answer: Indefinitely. Amazing biceps are the apex of being an Aries man. It makes up for – they feel – their lack of empathy…
Which they see as a sideline of hysteria.