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I agree with Nexa.

On the purse, Jonwin will offer to hold it, if my hands are full or I want to try on something like a coat in the store. Of course it doesn't look that odd if he just holding my penguin backpack. I found it often easier to carry then my purse and it will hold all the must haves items easily. It also makes a great knitting bag for small projects like socks.

I love having the door open and held for me, since I still don't have all the strength back in my arms, since last summer. There are times when I also will need some help getting out of the car, so I'll ask him to help.

I'm feeling typing this that I'm way older then my actual age. I'm just about to turn 51 next month, but since being ill, I've often feel like I should be in my 70's

Doesn't help that he been using the wheelchair when he is at the computer and my is about to go into the shop to repair the damage I did yesterday. I'm hoping it just the motherboard that I shorted, when trying to get the dust off it. It had dust bunnies through out the case, since it hasn't been open in well ofter a year.

This was big when streets weren't paved and men would walk on the curbside so the mud flung by horses or carriages wouldnt mess up the womans dress, while also protecting them from any potential runaway horses. Now it's the same ideal if a car drives by into a puddle. I think it's sweet for a man to do but I dont think a lot of people know why it's considered chivalrous so it's not done often.

Edited, Nov 13th 2009 2:14pm by DSD

It happens subconsciously. For me, anyway.

I had a date with an older man one time that ordered for me. I actually found it quite captivating because he was quite knowledgeable about the wine, food, history of the restaurant, etc. But as I got to know him, I realized that he loved to re-live his glory days and needed the hero-worship.

My dad is probably the most chivalrous man I know. Both my parents are very old-fashioned and so all the chauvanistic/chivalrous acts that can be done by a man for a woman, my dad pretty much does. Ray has started to pick up on some of those things is very very sweet or very very annoying, depending on my time of the month.

See, this one is why you are a Man Seeking Man.

Staring at them to the exclusion of, well, everything else... yeah, that's a no-no. Staring at them on occasion, and when she asks, responding with a compliment (to her in general, not just to her breasts)... better.

As far as "what guy insists on carrying his girlfriend's/wife's purse"... my wife will hand me the purse (or have me go get it) and I'll be fine with it until she realizes I haven't given her the purse back. :-D

If my boyfriend asked my parents for my hand in marriage, I'd be pissed and he knows it. He doesn't need their permission. I'm not a child, or my parents' property, I'm a grown *** woman (as one of my guy friends likes to say).

Most of the others I agree with. I do think that the pulling out of the chair is unnecessary most of the time, but I can see it being sweet and endearing if we were out at a fancy place where I was in a nice dress and he was in a suit or something. We don't have the money for that kind of endeavor right now, so we've never done that.

Opening the car door upon entry is nice, opening it on exit is stupid. My hand works fine, I'm perfectly capable of opening the car door myself.

The coat thing I'm not sure about. I don't think I'd mind my bf doing that, but he's never done it and I certainly don't mind.

As far as paying for dates goes, it's stupid for women to expect the man to always pay. If he asked me out, and it was a "date" situation, not a relationship, yes I'd expect him to pay but I might offer to take care of the tip. If I asked him out, and he grabbed for the bill I'd probably get mad. With me and my bf, it really doesn't matter who pays because we live together and we share bills anyways.

/swoon

Well, and it was (supposedly) Sir Walter Raleigh and Queen Elizabeth I. I have to assume he wasn't wearing some chintzy jacket with a popped collar.

Actually, I was as well. As is to be expected, you kind of decided to skip parts of sentences so that it reads to you as something entirely different from what I said.

I'll repeat the important part one more time, though, without the distraction of the following sentence:



I mean, it's like you read my response as "don't make eye contact, just keep staring at her chest".

When you pick her up... stare if it's warranted. She didn't solely make herself look good for her own sake - she also did it to try and impress you. (With the hopeful intent of finding out that yes, you're generally a good guy and so marriage isn't entirely out of the question.)

The rest of the time: you pay attention to her in general.

I mean, fuck, there's a reason I'm married and you're not. My relationship advice may come across as odd, but it obviously worked for at least one person...

Breakdown:

1. Ordering my meal for me. This has always struck me as bizarro, because chances are you don't know what I want. The only time this is cool is if I have no idea how to pronounce something and you do.

Agreed. I mean, ordering my meal is fine if I told you what I wanted, or said, "hey, order something for me - you know what I like" because I'm starving and dashing to the bathroom.


I'm pretty sure I haven't ordered for me, never-mind you, in about 9 months. This is our standard restaurant ordering conversation:


Hannah (hands me a knife): Look, I found a knife!
Me: Thank you!
You: I don't know what I want...
Me: I want the chicken.
Hannah (to a passing waitstaff, yelling): Do you have crayons for me?
You: Use your inside voice.
You: Do you want to get a couple of things and split them?
Me: I want the chicken.
You: Let's get a couple of appetizers maybe.
Me: Ok, which ones?
You: Well, what do you want?
Me: Chicken, maybe?
You: I don't want chicken.
Me: Ok.
You: You could offer some suggestions and not leave me to decide this all by myself.
Me: Ok..maybe the beef?
You: Hmm, I haven't had fish in a while.
Me: Ok fish, then?
You: I don't know what I want.
Hannah: I want chocolate milk!
Waitstaff: Can I get you started with some drinks?
You: Just water.
Me: A diet coke, or whatever.
Hannah: I want chocolate milk, and chicken nuggets!
(at this point, if the waitstaff is a woman, you have a ten minute conversation about their lost dog, it's a man, he flirts with you until I look at him, then abruptly stops)
You: She'll have the chicken nuggets and chocolate milk. Can we replace the french fries with pomegranates?
Waitstaff: I don't think we have pomegranates, we have fruit?
You: Oh, what sort of fruit is it?
Waitstaff: Um, it's mixed.
You: Does it come in a can? Is there syrup, or is it actually fresh cut fruit?
Waitstaff: Um, there's syrup, I think, I can check?
You: No that's ok, she'll have the fruit. We still need a minute to decide.
You: Did you figure out what you want yet?
Me: You said you wanted fish?
You: Yes, let's get the fish and this salad, that sounds good.
Me: Ok.
Waitstaff: Have you guys decided.
You: Yes, we're going to split some things......

I like my boobs being stared at. They're one of my better features, really.

Touched is another thing. Touch them on the first date, you get slapped. Looky, no touchy.

(Luckily I'm married and no longer have to deal with that sort of crap either. Mr.Catwho gets to look and touch as much as he wants now. )