Has this ever happened to you? You meet someone for the very first time, and you find yourself taking an immediate dislike to her? Yeah, me, too. Just the other night.
And it's not as if she did anything to offend me. She wasn't wearing a "Yes on Prop 8" shirt. There were no food particles sticking to an ill-bleached mustache. She didn't have a weak handshake nor any obvious slickness on her palm when shaking my hand. She didn't sneer at me or roll her eyes at my own handshake or mustache.
But I didn't like her. At. All. At. Once.
She doesn't look just like my mother. (Whom, by the by, I happen to adore.) She doesn't look like my father. (Whom my husband says looks like a member of the Taliban.) She doesn't resemble, say, Sissy Spacek in Carrie or Angelina Jolie. She didn't spit when she spoke. She didn't burp (out loud) or fart (neither deadly nor loudly).
But, meh, she's not my type. And I had a hard time looking her in the eye and talking to her because my brain just kept saying, "Ewwwww" as if I were looking at the decapitated, poked-clean-through lizard the lads had had their way with the other day.
And the worst part of it? I'm stuck dealing with her for pretty much the rest of the school year. I am, therefore, open to any and all suggestions on how to turn this around. Who knows? Maybe she can be my new best friend. Too lofty of a goal, eh? How about I work toward being able to not think about how much I don't like her? Maybe there's a patch for that.