Money Money Money Money.... MONEY!
The bartender was the first to greet me,
"Hello. What's your name?" He asked
"Dallas." I replied.
"That sounds like a strippers name." He commnted.
".... Umm.... thanks?" I cocked my head.
"No problem."
"I don't know quite how to take that." I added.
"Oh...." he looked me up and down, "You definitely have potential to be a stripper."
Chivalry is dead. Sorry to be the one to break it to you. But, alas it is true.
Opening doors and paying for first dates is gone with the wind. And do you know whose fault it is?
Yours! (I am speaking to my female readers) Yes. Women this is your fault. I mean men are a very
large part of it... but women this is your fault. Your desire to be independent, self sufficient, and self relient
is the cause of the loss of our chivalrous men. You smushed down their desire to rescue their damsel in distress
in the tower. Ok Ok.. It's not you you you. It's we we we. It's my fault too. I am a part of the female race, and yes I want to be the leader of a high corporation, but I miss the chilvalrous men.
Being told I have potential to be a stripper is not my ideal way of being swooned. Grabbing my boob and laughing is not humorous. And honking your horn in my driveway to tell me that you are here is not gentlemanly.
What happened to first kisses, not this stupid new "Want to come up to my place?" kind of kiss. The sweet little peck at the end of a date.
Open my door, hold my hand, softly kiss me at the end of the night, and promise me you will call tomorrow. I want to be Molly Ringwald or Audrey Hepburn.
Bring back the chivalry ladies and gentleman!
