Today's OneWord: Hardly

Was I in love with him? Hardly. He seemed to think I was, though. He'd primp himself in the rearview mirror of his car whenever I passed by the driver's side on my way home from work. One time, when he was chatting me up at the counter, I could smell the cologne seeping from the sweaty folds of his jacket. And even when I wasn't looking, I could tell he was leering. He may have been into me, but I was far, far from being into him.