First impressions are very important. It's the first few moments when ideas are formed, when people are sizing each other up. Those "get to know you" conversation can be grueling. You are basically presenting your case on yourself in hopes that he/she/they like and accept you. It's a very interesting dance we do when we meet people. Some first impressions are more important than others. Those usually turn into lifelong friendships and/or the happily ever after kinds.
I've never had a probably making a great first impression. I'm usually the person that people always strike up random conversation with. Even when I don't want to be, I'm a people person. I think, upon first meeting me, I would be referred to as quiet. That's on purpose. I want to know as much about the person as they want to know about me. I take the time to actually listen to what they are saying and all the things they aren't saying physically. I have no issue talking about myself. I just think its important to pay attention as well.
People generally like me. Now, I'm not saying that there aren't people who dislike me. I just don't harp on that because 9 time out of ten the feeling's mutual. I do remember someone's mom just instantly disliked me. The sad thing is she never really knew me. I also took great pleasure in proving her thoughts of me to be totally wrong. It's even funnier now, years later, to see her to out of her way to speak to me and be nice to me. It's like she thinks I will forget how horrible she was to me as a 15 year old. I haven't nor will I. It helped me develop tougher skin. I can't be mad at her or that. Have you ever had a bad first impression? Any horror stories? Share with me.
I got my first tattoo at 18 y/o. It was a cold February night in 1998. I was a freshman in undergrad. I was tatted @ a place called "House of Pain." Great name, right? Lol. It def hurt at first but then my back sorta numbed up. My tattoo artist, Earth, was very cool. My girls and I had a great conversation with the tattoo artist. I loved my tat. It encompassed two of my favorite things: hearts and music.
I still remember it like it was yesterday. My first real kiss was with a guy I'll call TT. I was 13 & in the 9th grade. He & I had last period together. Our teacher was an old, disgruntled man who always put kids out of class on a daily. TT and I had been flirting up a storm since the beginning of the school year. There were stolen glances, passed love notes, and hands being held while walking home. I was enamored with this guy. He was a tall chocolate colored guy with a smile and dimples to die for. He was older than me.
On this particular Wednesday, TT & I were the two exiled students. He & I roamed the upstairs corridor of our school laughing and talking. I felt butterflies whenever I was near him. He stopped walking and grabbed me into a big hug. This guy smelled incredible. Just like Cool Waters. He caressed my face and said to me "Baby girl, I really wanna kiss you." I just nodded in agreement. His lips touched mine and I felt it down to my toes. I closed my eyes to savor the moment. My first kiss!!! OMG!! His hands pulled me closer to him. His whole essence engulfed me. We kissed for what seemed liked hours. My hands were wrapped around his neck and I kept running my fingers over his earlobes. I knew he like that. This was it. After all the months of flirting with this boy, it had paid off. He went from kissing me to kissing my neck to kissing my lips again. When we finally finished kissing, he looked at me and smiled. He said "I knew your lips would be that sweet, baby girl." (yes, the brother was smooth as hell @ 15!!) I have to say I had a perfect real first kiss. And, I am thankful for it.
