You've heard of the "meet-cute." Happens all the time in romantic comedies. Two people meet, they instantly hate each other, or one falls into the other, breaking his/her leg, or she manages to drop a tampon on his lap in church or something. And then they work through the hate, the embarrassment, the sociocultural differences, and fall in love (usually being sure to protest wildly for 89 minutes so the movie will be long enough).
I've met a lot of women who didn't like me at first, but they mostly continued to not like me after getting to know me better. I'm embarrassed myself and hurt myself in wildly entertaining ways in a lot of social settings, and I've never gotten date one from that. I've spilled more than one type of food on women, and still nothing. If I didn't know better, I'd think women DON'T like the shy, clumsy type of guy who won't look them in the eye, and then will accidentally insult them out of sheer nervousness.
The meet-cute teaches us that it's never too late to make up for a good first impression, that persistence will win in the end. The court system, of course, tells us that persistence, taken to extremes, gets your name on restraining orders and your face on the news.
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