Once, in a fit of anger, he told her: “Only a desperate fool who is not on friendly terms with his head would want to be with someone like you.” How could he have known that he would be the fool? And you need to somehow charm the beauty and prove that you are not at all the asshole she always thought you were. And, as you know, all means are fair in love and war, but where to start? Maybe surrender to each other and declare a truce?