You never get a second chance at a first impression, right? Wrong! In fact, first impressions can lead you to believe that a person is an ill intentioned individual with road rage. But in actuality, they are experiencing a human emotion on the extreme side of the spectrum. Who knows, maybe they just found out their significant other of three years is cheating in them, and they don’t know how to adjust their rage into something more productive. The end result is you slamming on your brakes because they cut you off, barely missing your front bumper - and now you have a bad first impression that of them.

The odds of you being on a first date with them are next to none. Yet, I sit here in a darkly lite local coffee shop sitting across from a man who I slow start to recognize but can’t place. For the record, he was not the man who cut me off in rush hour traffic yesterday morning. That was the office mail clerk. He is looking for a new apartment now.

The man sitting across from me sets his coffee cup back on the table and dabs at the side of his mouth with a napkin, “so there’s something I want to ask you.” I focus my eyes on him. “Okay. What’s up?” Playing with the coffee slip around his cup he starts, “I have a work dinner thing, next Friday night. I’ve enjoyed my time here and wondered if you would join me?” I blinked. This is the first date, and he already wants to invite me to work things? Oh boy. I sit back in my chair and observe him while he waits for an answer. This observation starts from the top with the hair. Clean, blond, probably got a fresh hair cut a day or two ago. Next the forehead. Horizontal line that have shown up from time to time in our conversation which is usual for someone close to our age. Following that, I taken in the eyes. He is still looking at me, waiting for an answer. I’m still puzzled why he would ask me to a work function for a second date.

I stopped scanning his face because in that moment I realized who I was sitting across from. His face slimmed out. His hair a lighter shade of blond. But the flakes of brown in green eyes were undeniable. I was sitting across from Dax Eugene Reed: My ex boyfriend’s best friend. He hated my guts when I was dating Daniel, though I never knew why and Daniel wasn’t much help. That was he bro, his boy, his friend. Daniel wasn’t going to find out why Dax hated me so much. Why does this man want to go on a second date with me? Does he not realize who I am? Is Dax that much of a dunce, he can’t recognize me. Well, it did take me much of this date to recognize him.

“Hello? Earth to Kendal!” Pulled me back to reality along with the flick of his hand in front of my face.