I first met my husband's family, all eight sisters, three brothers and parents at a picnic they had. I stood around being nice, listening to them talk about themselves for an entire hot day.
His father came up to me and told me I smiled too much and then later on my husband told me the girls said they liked me, but I wore too much make-up.
I wore the same amount of make-up they all wore, a little foundation, pale pink blush, mascara and lipstick. Since we hadn't scraped it off and weighed it, I didn't know what they were talking about, until I guessed it must be my lipstick. They were all blondes who wore a thick gooey layer of pale pink lipstick, and I, being a brunette, wore a thin layer of bright pink (fuschia) lipstick. It balanced better with my dark hair and blue eyes.
It made me dislike the women for criticising me when I had been trying so hard to be nice to them all day and it made me mad at my husband for telling me what they'd said as if it was something I should fix.
That instant judging can start things off wrong and keep it wrong for many years.