Gentle, Man.

I haven't written anything in a long time. It makes this thing seem rather pointless.

It's all great in 2008. Seriously.

As I was walking to class a couple weeks ago I approached a glass door the same time as some girl. Since we arrived at the door at the same time, I stepped forward to open it for her. Not because she was attractive (trust me, she wasn't) and not because I was being a nice guy (I'm not). I opened the door for her because that is what you do, right?

You open the door for people. You say your Please's and Thank You's. You eat with proper manners. You do these things because that is what you do. It's what your parents taught you.

So.

Back to me opening the door for this girl. This chick. Me, being a guy, or Dude, opened the door for this chick, and she hesitated, watched her step, looked at me and froze. Then just as quickly as she stopped moving she put her head down to her toes, looking past the ground, and mumbled "thank you." Or at least I think she did.

She scurried through the next set of doors, not looking back at me, and hurried down the stairz, not letting her eyes leave the ground.

I just grinned with one side of my mouth and shook my head slighty. Weird.

I think I once heard someone say chivalry died with the feminist movement. Maybe, but probably not. I think Chivalry died when men, or boys, guys, dudes, whatever, weren't allowed to be gentlemen anymore. Okay, allowed is not the right word. Maybe looked at as gentlemen.

I don't know though. It's just the game we play I guess. Always evolving, always changing. Not much though.



"I'll letcha be in my dreams if I can be in yours. I said that." - Bob Dylan