I mentioned in another thread that I once dated a girl from England. She was very intellectual and had an interesting point of view on a lot of things -and because of that I was attracted to her. On the other hand, she was egotistical and insulting to most Americans.

Some times I'd get so tired of her insulting ways that I'd throw her on the floor, pull her shorts down and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her... which ended up turning us both on... which, in turn, perpetuated the whole love/hate thing. (this happened on more than one occasion)

Passion is what love and hate have in common.