“Maybe just a little,” I said carefully.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I always worry I don’t smell fresh enough. I’d rather overdo it than underdo it. I guess I went way overboard tonight.”

And just like that, my irritation softened.

What I had interpreted as a possible dealbreaker wasn’t arrogance or carelessness—it was nerves. It was someone trying too hard to make a good impression. He wanted to show up polished, prepared, appealing. He just miscalculated the dosage.

There was something almost endearing about that.

We finished our drinks, still laughing. When we said goodbye, the air felt lighter—not because the scent had faded, but because my perspective had shifted.

I’m not sure if we’ll turn into something romantic. Maybe we will, maybe we won’t. But I left with something valuable either way.

Sometimes what looks like a flaw is just anxiety in disguise. Sometimes what feels overwhelming is simply effort misdirected. And sometimes, before writing someone off, it helps to pause and ask one honest question.

That small moment stayed with me.

A reminder that first impressions can be loud—but understanding often speaks much more quietly.