I met him for the first and only time, one year ago. A highly esteemed person, very elegant, and an excellent talker. Wow, impressive! All through the past months I carried a special image of that person in my mind. He isn't typical. Everyone agrees to that!

I've always longed to meet him again, to get to know him better, although I wasn't sure I was up to meeting such an extraordinary person. Then, a chance showed up in the horizon and I seized it. He, that distinguished person, was interested in meeting me!

How, where, and when? It doesn't matter. I am finally going to meet the extraordinary person I've always been impressed with. I was there on time, waiting for him to arrive. Time passed by and before you know it, three hours passed by. He finally arrived and it was called a meeting. But, I am not impressed any more. What is it about elegance and education, if you don't realize that it's against politeness and etiquette to make a lady wait for you that long? What is it about respect for other persons?

I wish I maintained that false first impression. The truth was shocking.

If you don't know what "the art of politeness is", then screw it up, who cares??