Learning to be chivalrous through experiences
The last time I actually helped a pretty girl pick up an entire bag of grocery she had dropped, all she did was give me one smug glance and walk away, like I was her blooming man-servant or something.
And I remember a friend of mine who gave his date his overcoat because it was drizzling quite a bit. At first, he told me that she was all smiles and giggles while walking down the street. When they finally rushed into a restaurant down the street, the drizzle had turned into a downpour. They walked into the restaurant and his date took off his overcoat to reveal a clean dress, whereas, he on the other hand, was sodden and wet. And the worst part of it all was that his date was quite uncomfortable to get close to him or acknowledge the fact that he was drenched to the bone because he gave his coat to her.
Instead of being thankful, she was actually miffed and sarcastically ridiculed him for being drenched and embarrassing her at the restaurant. That day, he gave up on figuring out how to be chivalrous and made up his mind never to try being the knight in shining armor.
So who do we blame for the death of chivalry, us men, or the typical American women who always seem to have a problem with the lack of a chivalrous streak in American men? Well, all I can say here is, ‘don’t hate the games, hate the damn rules!’
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