Nice dress, check. Deodorant, check. Makeup, check. Everything should be perfect. This is our first date. The check myself in the mirror in the foyer before I leave, one last time. I bat my eyelashes to check if I glued them properly. But instead of reflecting my actions like it should, it puts its hands on its waits and tilts its head to the side, then sarcastically bat its eyelashes back at me.

I jump back in terror and run away through the front door. I hop into the car and decide to drive as far away from here as possible. But while I am adjusting the rearview mirror, I catch a glimpse of a raised eyebrow. My eyebrow. I take a deep breath. It's all in my head. There is a logical explanation to all this. When I look back at the rearview mirror, my eyes stare back at me with an are-you-done expression.

"What do you want from me?"

I simply shakes its head in response.

"Well then, why aren't you acting like a normal reflection?" This conversation is starting to make me feel crazy.

It slaps its forehead, and then mouths 'no' while indicating so with its index finger.

"No, what?"

It points at me.

I let out a frustrated sigh and roll my eyes. "You know what? I am done with you!" And I drive away, avoiding using all mirrors as much as I safely can.

When I reach the restaurent we agreed upon, my reflection appeared on the glass walls, so terrified, as if it has seen a ghost, shaking its head, like it's trying to warn me from something. But I ignore it and make push the door open anyway.

Inside, I realize what my reflection was trying to warn me of: He's cheating! He's actually cheating! Then why did he invite me here?

I storm back out. And in the car, my reflection appears on the sideview mirror, sympathetic, but also has an I-told-you-so-look.