What sort of impression can we make from meeting someone in those first few seconds of ‘that first impression’.
There seems to be countless articles about making the right one, the perfect scenario, body language, what to say, what not to say, how to stand, how to look, blah blah… but surely the first impression of meeting someone is so unique because whatever you believe, out of the 7.4 billion people in the World, only you and the person you’re staring at will EVER know what it’s like to meet is this way…
I find this fascinating!
The Earth is 4.5 Billion years old. There are more people tha have died than are alive today. So how many first impressions have EVER been made?
Nobody has any idea as to how long it will survive… but something brought two people together to meet and make their own first impressions with each other.
This will never happen again.
Okay, you’re telling me that anything which has happened will never happen again, which is true. But I ask one question…
Why? And this isn’t a bad thing at all!… but why have these particular people been placed in this situation?
I am not really a believer of fate but when people use the cliché – ‘there’s someone out there for everyone’ (which all the single people hate!)- Then you really start to wonder why…
You can never explain why! That’s the annoying part!
I sometimes don’t like accepting things for what they are, or how they happen, because I always want to know why. Maybe it’s a little part of my low self-esteem coming through? Like, why has this happened to me?!
It’s 6am and I am having a bit of a ramble I suppose but for those who will read this, you will all suddenly start thinking about the little things in life whether they be good or bad and think why? – Once the thought is placed in your mind it never goes away… remember the post on elephants?!
So, where am I going with this…? (not really sure!)
First impressions never turn into anything. It’s a first impression and that’s it. No matter what happens between you and that person, it will remain as this and only this.
As you know I have met somebody recently and we have had our own first impression. You are probably all thinking that the first impression was amazing, it was love at first sight and we sailed happily together into the sunset…
Hmmm… not quite.
This person actually came to the shop where I was working at the time and started to complain to me about the company and their ever-so-poor customer service! I will NOT disclose the company name as that would be so unprofessional of me.
I had been at VODAFONE just a short time that day (in relation to shift) when a short, dark-haired woman entered the shop and instantly took the path leading to me as I was the only free staff member.
She started to complain because VODAFONE had promised her a free tablet… again… blah blah (the slanderous comments about an ex-employer can wait for another day – That juicy post can wait)…
I was a little flustered when dealing with this crazy woman because I was getting the brunt of VODAFONE’S cock-up. Nevertheless, with all my experience in customer service, I quickly resolved the situation and helped this woman with her issue.
Still trying to cut this story short here…
Our first impression wasn’t great. It was a retail environment. She didn’t want to be wasting her time complaining and I didn’t want to be somewhere I hated working.
We made the most of an frustrating and challenging situation and resolved it, ASAP.
We NEVER get to make a first impression twice.
But… with my ‘crazy’ woman, I did!
We’ll call it the second, third, fourth impression for those of you who want to be facetious about my little anecdote here (I would!), but every moment after that seemed to be a first impression.
The more I found out about her, the more I fell in love with her.
The more I saw her, the more I wanted to see her again.
The more I heard her voice, the more I wanted her to talk.
The more she stared at me, the more I wanted her to keep her eyes open.
The more she sighed with happy thoughts, the more I wanted her to continue breathing.
The more she told me about her, the more I wanted her to speak.
Everyday after our first impression was like it was the most natural feeling in the world.
Which ever ‘impression’ I think of right now, whether it’s the first, second, fifth, tenth or one-hundredth…
One of those impressions made her change the flight, to come back from her family holiday, 15 days early… just to see me!
YES! 15 days.
You can call her by her name.
I will call her Nana, mi amor.