We see it a lot on TV, movies, in romance novels: the man and woman hate each other.  They’re rivals who take every opportunity to throw barbs.  But really, it’s all a facade.  The hate is a mask used to hide their attraction.  So when the sparks fly, it’s a conflagration.

Makes for great narrative.

But in the real world, I really did hate that person who cut me off and didn’t signal before making a slow right turn, and didn’t have any desire to date, marry or screw them.