Joyce's question came straight to the point. I wasn't sure if I should break up with him.
I had known him for three years. He was a cheerful and optimistic person on the Internet. He had a high EQ and was different from those men, who was dumb and boring. I really liked him, but I really felt disappointed by his deception.
Joyce glanced at me and asked, "It seems that you haven't thought it through yet. What's your ideal type? You've never told me about it before."
I said, "I really like his personality. But I'm a face-judger. I like tall and handsome guys. It's even better if he has a great figure. And I want him to be athletic and a straight-A student. Oh, I'm gonna be thrilled, if he knows how to ride a motorcycle."
Joyce looked at me suspiciously. "Who doesn't like this kind of man? But why do I feel you're talking about Howard? You know, the hottest guy of our school. Do you have a crush on him?"
I looked away. Before I met my boyfriend, I had indeed liked Howard.
Just as I was about to change the topic, Joyce suddenly grabbed my hand. She gasped and said in a hoarse voice, "Look over there! Is it Howard?"
I followed her gaze and was stunned. The guy not far away was really Howard!