Sidewalk conversation

"You hate me."

Yes, I hate you. I hate you because I like you. Does that make sense? Of course it doesn't.   "No, I don't hate you."

"Well, you don't like me because you think I'm weird."

It's weird how nice your feet look when you're standing over me.   "No, I don't think you're weird."   I think I should be in a high-security prison.