Loving someone doesn't mean you have to like them.

Byline: Tom Schaefer

He was egotistical and in-your-face. I knew him from college, though we were only acquaintances, not friends. In fact, I didn't particularly like him.

After college, we went our separate ways.

Ten years later, he showed up on my doorstep. He had moved to Wichita, Kan., and wanted to get reacquainted.

In less than a minute, I was sure of one thing: He was as egotistical as ever, and I still didn't like him.

For the next year, he would stop by now and then or call, and I would feel obliged to listen to him. Why, I don't know. Then he moved away, and I haven't heard from him since.

For many people, it's easy to say to a person you don't like: "Get lost." I can't. Call it my upbringing. Call it not wanting to feel guilty for boorish manners. Call it a lack of courage. Instead, I keep my unfriendly feelings to myself.