Chivalry Is Dead
I call myself a closet romantic. I like to think that underneath this jaded, practical exterior I am really a "soulful or amourous idealist." I always imagined I'd meet a modern day version of the knight in shining armour who was full of gallantry. Despite being an independent woman, I secretly wished for a man who would open doors for me, carry my packages for me, and someone who would offer me the last piece of cake.Well, I still want the last piece of cake, but I've found I can do without all the other crap! I'm currently working with a guy that is very courteous. If I am carrying a stack of papers, he tries to take the load from me. If we approach the lunch line at the same time, he insists I go first. If we reach the front door to the office at the same time, he immediately takes a step back and lets me walk through and climb the stairs first. We do not have an elevator, but if we did I'm sure he would hold the doors open for me even if I was over 20' away.
While I can appreciate this old fashioned chivalry, it fully annoys me! I am one who is easily irritated, and, as you know, I have a lot of pet peeves. Well, I can chalk up this new one to my ever growing list. I am an independent woman who has done well on her own for the past 30 years, but I thought I secretly wanted a man to rescue me. I even considered making the old Fontella Bass classic my "theme song" (reference to "Ally McBeal").
As it turns out, I don't need no rescuing. If I've got all my papers perfectly stacked, do NOT try and take half of them without asking because you'll probably upset the balance. If we get to the lunch line at the same time, do NOT force me to go before you because I'm uber picky and like to take my time figuring out what I actually want to eat. If we reach the front door at the same time, just go through because I am uncomfortable climbing stairs with someone right behind me at eye/ass level. If there was an elevator and I'm over 5' away, do NOT hold open the door because then I feel like I have to rush and run over when I was in no hurry in the first place.
Being single for this long has made me very particular and set in my ways. I have never had to compromise for anything I have ever wanted and it shows. I once saw a postcard with a lichtenstein-esque woman who looked startled and the bubble said, "I've turned into the man I'd always dreamed of!" This is exactly what has happened to me without any warning whatsoever! I never had a man to take care of the "manly" things so I adapted and learned to take car of them myself. And because I know myself best, I do those things in exactly the manner I want them done. Now no man can be the "perfect man" because no one could be more perfect for me than me! Although I think it is great that I no longer feel the need to be rescued, this is its own tragedy! I still want a man to call my own, a strong man, a manly man, but one that will not treat me like a "lil' lady."
As it turns out my classic knight, a man who is realistically unattainable, is not the man I should have been pining for all these years. No, the man for me is a whole other breed of realistically unattainable! I need a man who is extremely flexible and is willing to mould his own habits to agree with, but not get in the way of, mine. Grrrreat! Just Grrreat....
Talk about an all time Low
brow
posted by highbrow @ 10:39 AM
4 Comments:
you need, you want HOUSE!
oh Snap!
~don't be hatin.
What the heck is JS talking about? I've been away for too long and am not caught up on the lingo, although you did tell me what 'snap' was.
I am all with you on not needing to be rescued, but it is nice sometimes to have the door held open for you. You might be annoyed by it, but it's nice to meet people with manners still.
In Japan, it's every man for himself. And I mean man. The men always go first, never looking behind. On a crowded train, they will grab the first empty seat without looking to see if anyone around them might need it such as a senior, a handicapped person or heavily a pregnant woman. There is no vindictiveness in their behaviour, it's just the cultural difference here.
Oh yeah, and they have no qualms looking at porn in public, as evidenced by the guy sitting beside me at the DMV, intently ogling the mag.
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Were you "reading" over his shoulder? Hmmm? When in Rome, I always say....
"House" is the lead character in my new favourite tv show, a sarcastic SOB, yet brilliant, doctor played by Hugh Laurie. I'm in luff!!
decided to give him a second chance. still bugs the crap out of me!
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