
Forget the traditional Valentine's Day bouquet. Do men send flowers at any other time? Just because? It seems that dating (courting for those born prior to 1965) has gone out the window. Why do grown men refer to spending time with a women as "kicking it"? What are we kicking?
Because I am a hopeless romantic, I refuse to believe that chivalry is dead. But I've seen it die more than once. I was out at Magic Johnson's Friday a couple of weeks ago and this couple walks up to the door. The woman stopped to open the door for the man who proceeded ahead of her WTF??? When did women start opening doors for men?? I missed that memo (thank God) and I hope I don't ever get it.
I've had to slow myself down in relationships (when I walk) because I'm always trying to "get ahead". I've had boyfriends in the past be chivalrous, and there's been some who simply don't have a clue. On a date, I'm not paying unless I asked (and I don't) because there's just some things I think a man should do. Ladies never pay. I'm not one of these modern day independent women who "don't need a man" for anything yet they will sleep with someone's boyfriend or husband without a second thought. I didn't come from the era where women go to work and men stay at home. It's just not in me to be a "Cake Mama".
In the past I've done things for boyfriends--probably too much and it wasn't appreciated. A couple did nice things for me. I've gotten clothes, money, jewelry and such, but I've given them things as well. I'm big on appearance so if I see something I think my man might look good in, I'll buy it. Chances are my tastes are better than his anyway (Sorry fellas, I'm a pro at this shopping thing) and I have yet to have anyone tell me they don't like something I bought.
And flowers? I've gotten them a few times but not as many times as I would have liked. Where are the old school GENTLEMEN? Do they exist? Do they still open car doors, pay for meals, hold your hand, and bring you soup when you're sick? Where they at. And send Cala Lillies or Tulips...Roses bore me.
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