It died with that suit in 1973

I am irritated.

Grrr.. and sure that writing this blog may be the end for me.. the end to me ever getting a date again, let alone a boyfriend.. or a fiance... and probably a husband. No worries, I didn't get that far with that the last time so there isn't much to lose..but..

What is with men?? I mean really. What the hell happened to them??

I go walking into the store today. Ironically in the pursuit of finding something for Christmas for one of my best (male) friends. Don't stress boys.. just a friend. You know, the kind that might as well be my brother because I can't even begin to start to rattle off the list of disgusting things I've witnessed from him.. the kind of things that would only be acceptable say.. 7 years into a marriage?? He is on all levels.. minus the blood relation.. a brother. A big brother. Anyway..

I go walking into the store, a little distracted by my phone.. carrying my purse, an Italian soda... my hands are full.

This tall.. rather average.. average looking, average dressed (by my standards) man is walking only.. a couple of steps in front of me. He opens the door to the store and walks in.

Me.. thinking that the obvious thing for him to do here is to kindly hold the door open for me (which in this scenario was obviously my first mistake) gets smacked right in the Italian soda.. With. The. Door. . I only mention his average-ness... because you would expect this kind of behavior from say a well put together, gorgeous.. for lack of a better word .. dick head.

No. I guess the word is out and now all average Joe's are jumping on this a-hole band wagon.

So surprised by this I actually look up to see him chuckle a little as I'm inspecting my clothes.. just knowing that I am now wearing said Italian soda. Shock of the day.. I was not.

He doesn't even open the door to see if I'm ok or offer an apology. Apparently the "thud" wasn't loud enough for him to show any real concern. In fact.. I'm sure there is one lonely cargo short wearing douche out there.. right now at some bar.. relaying to his buddies how funny it was to see "that chick walk right into the door!"

Where did chivalry go?? I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to help some of my male acquaintances get re-acquainted with some appropriate behavior.

1: When you see a girl carrying something heavy, offer to carry it for her.. regardless of whether you know her or not. It's just the nice thing to do!!!


2: Speak in a respectful manner in front of a girl. Ok.. ok.. ok.. don't get me wrong. I can have a potty mouth. I've been known to get frustrated and cuss a little.. but boys.. I don't want to hear all that boy talk. Save it for your locker room buddies. Boys will be boys.. Girls will be girls.. there's things we say that you don't want to hear either.. but we keep it to ourselves for say...pedicure time. Say it over a beer.. not in front of me or my girlfriends.


3:Refrain from staring, commenting or whistling at girls. I hate to break it to you boys.. but whistling does nothing for us. Nothing. We don't like it.. it makes you look incompetent.. and sort of makes it seem like you couldn't come up with anything intelligent to say.. so a whistle was what??? The next best thing.. ?

4:Open doors for girls. This is not hard. It does not take any effort. It wont slow down your day. it wont inconvenience you. In fact.. true story.. my father after 39 years of marriage STILL opens every single door for my mother.. and for his daughters.

5: Pay for the damn date!! If you can't afford to pay for it.. you should probably be working instead of taking me.. or ANY of my girlfriends out.

6: Be attentive. Whether you're a friend.. or on a date.. or.. just the guy in front of me at the best buy.. pay attention... and not just to whistle at me.

7:If chivalry isn't dead.. manners shouldn't be either. Learn some.

8:Walk curb-side. I mention this because not only is it proper etiquette but I think not something men think about. You should always be walking by the road. And.. when passing a stranger you should ALWAYS take the side between her and the stranger. BE A MAN. Show me that if someone wants to rip my bag out of my hand.. you're between me and him.

9:Gestures. I'm not saying you have to buy us flowers.. or anything. We just want to know that you care. We want to know that we're not the last thing on your mind. That you think about us. That's it. It's not hard. It's not complicated. We're girls. We just want to feel like we actually matter. I know. It's strange but it's true. We just want to feel wanted. Simple.

And Finally #10:This rule applies mostly to men in relationships. Don't behave or act in any way away from your significant other that you wouldn't act with them standing right next to you. I know.. seems a little difficult, right?? I mention this mostly because I've been victim to thinking someone was one person.. but the second anything else with legs and brunette hair walked through the door they became someone else. Just some food for thought.. if you can't be proud that you're with the person you're with.. it's probably just best you not be with them.

I could keep going but I think that covers the basics.. as always.. much love.