Yesterday a male student held open a door for me. I nearly had a coronary from shock, as usually students will shoulder you out of the way and trample over your body, should they manage to make you stumble.
I thanked him, “Nice to find a gentleman nowadays.” (Thinking, “Excluding me!”)
He laughed and said, “I try. I have this vision of my mom’s invisible hand coming out of the blue to smack me if I don’t!”
That got me thinking about chivalry. I was born chivalrous. (And I fully know cultures differ, my musings relate to my culture only.)
Nobody ever told me a male stands back for a female and let her enter a door first, or carry parcels for her, but I’ve been doing this forever. An ex girlfriend would have died of shame had I done this in public, so I suppressed my innate gentleman, but it felt, uhm … very un-me (it’s my blog, so I am allowed to create words!). At work, some staff stand back for me, as I am senior in rank and years, and I let it go. B, my spouse/partner/significant other, is used to me letting her enter a door before me, even at home. She lets me carry her parcels when she goes shopping (heaven forbids she let me carry her handbag (purse, in Americanese), this is when I die of embarrassment! She knows this and sometimes let me hold her handbag just to get a kick out of it 🙂 ) Being a gentleman feels right and good. It appeals to my inner knight. And a lady deserves my gallantry.
So, call me old-fashioned, weird, strange, whatever you want, but call me chivalrous.