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First Impressions and mean people

 Today I read a book in my school bookstore about courtship. One topic it discussed was first impressions. You can never take back a first impression. It will dictate how others view, treat, and act around you. I'm been thinking about this especially as a girl said to me, "Oh, you're Melissa right? The crotchety rude one?"

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What???

It takes just a quick glance, approximately three seconds, for someone to evaluate you when you meet for the first time. In this short time, the other person forms an opinion about you based on your appearance, your body language, your demeanor, your mannerisms, and how you are dressed. In her best selling book, "How To Make Anyone Fall In Love With You." Leil Lowndes says, "You never get a second chance at love at first sight." Because first impression are formed almost instantly the moment you set eyes on a person. Three seconds. You hit three seconds just reading three seconds!

Leil says you should look awesome whenever you walk out the door because you never know who you'll be giving a first impression to and you always want them to be good.

Anyway, so I guess my first impression that I gave to the above mentioned girl and her ill informed roommate was not so hot. But to say something like that TO MY FACE? I don't even know the girl's name. I'm very straightforward. I am a blunt person. I don't keep secrets unless they are really important. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. I don't lie. But amid all those things, I never, ever say to a girl (or boy, for that matter) if they have been negatively described to me to their face, or to their back. As my roommate Clara said, "I never say anything behind someone's back I wouldn't feel comfortable saying to their face." There is a distinct difference between blunt and hurtful. You can be blunt and straightforward and still be kind. Try it. It really works.

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