I must say that I am notorious, among my friends, for using my womanly wiles to get what I want from men. For example, the other day I was walking down the street carrying way too many things that I ended up dropping my purse. As I attempted to pick it, I was beaten to it by a cute guy who had, noticing my distress, run up to me and picked it up for me. I must admit I did wait a second longer than I should to see if any gentleman would assist me, and boy was I lucky that it was not a thief who had decided to be so gracious or else I would have felt such a fool.
Another incident occurred when I was in NY. I was walking around on a rather snowy December day, and anyone who knows NY winters knows that they can be harsh. So there I was shopping with my sister in -3 degree weather, I know it was mad to be out on such a day but allow me to add in my defence that just because it is ridiculously cold does not mean I can’t shoe shop. Any who, to continue, I was walking with my sister down 5th when upon seeing the number 5 bus she decided that we should hop on it instead of walking around the slush.
So she waved down the bus, and as our luck would have it, it stopped right in front of a big puddle of brown slush. Fearing my shoes I stood their frozen (and not from the cold) as my sister jumped the puddle and boarded the waiting bus. Trying to decide whether or not to risk my suede boots I was surprised when a hand appeared in front of me. I looked up and lo and behold a man who had been next in queue was kindly offering his hand to help me cross the brown puddle of slush. Feeling like I was in the movie Gone with the Wind, I kindly accepted (whilst trying not call him Rhett Butler). I thanked him with a shy smile as I hopped over the puddle and onto the bus.
Once I was on the nice warm bus I realised that the entire bus and my un-amused sister had been watching me whilst I had stood their (for Lord knows how long) contemplating my dilemma before watching the man offering and then assisting me over the puddle. It was then I realised that not many where impressed- especially the women- about how I had acted.
I do not apologise for allowing gentlemen to assist me when needed. Let the feminists roll in their graves if they must, but if a man offers me his seat I will take it, if a man hands me his handkerchief I will accept it, if a man wants to buy me drink/dinner I will kindly thank him and if a man wants to help me jump over a puddle 18 century style then damn it I am going to take his hand and jump, because romance might be dead but I refuse to accept that chivalry is.
LSGS
Another incident occurred when I was in NY. I was walking around on a rather snowy December day, and anyone who knows NY winters knows that they can be harsh. So there I was shopping with my sister in -3 degree weather, I know it was mad to be out on such a day but allow me to add in my defence that just because it is ridiculously cold does not mean I can’t shoe shop. Any who, to continue, I was walking with my sister down 5th when upon seeing the number 5 bus she decided that we should hop on it instead of walking around the slush.
So she waved down the bus, and as our luck would have it, it stopped right in front of a big puddle of brown slush. Fearing my shoes I stood their frozen (and not from the cold) as my sister jumped the puddle and boarded the waiting bus. Trying to decide whether or not to risk my suede boots I was surprised when a hand appeared in front of me. I looked up and lo and behold a man who had been next in queue was kindly offering his hand to help me cross the brown puddle of slush. Feeling like I was in the movie Gone with the Wind, I kindly accepted (whilst trying not call him Rhett Butler). I thanked him with a shy smile as I hopped over the puddle and onto the bus.
Once I was on the nice warm bus I realised that the entire bus and my un-amused sister had been watching me whilst I had stood their (for Lord knows how long) contemplating my dilemma before watching the man offering and then assisting me over the puddle. It was then I realised that not many where impressed- especially the women- about how I had acted.
I do not apologise for allowing gentlemen to assist me when needed. Let the feminists roll in their graves if they must, but if a man offers me his seat I will take it, if a man hands me his handkerchief I will accept it, if a man wants to buy me drink/dinner I will kindly thank him and if a man wants to help me jump over a puddle 18 century style then damn it I am going to take his hand and jump, because romance might be dead but I refuse to accept that chivalry is.
LSGS
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