I started out a gentleman but got lazy and forgetful.

I used to open the door without thought of “I should be doing this”.

I used to schedule a date, plan it out and execute it.

I used to take your coat from you and either hang it up or put it behind your chair.

I used to have no problem holding your purse, if need be.

I used go to the store for myself and leave out with more items for you.

I used to consider your emotions before making a decision.

Flowers? They were a monthly thing at minimum.

I used to wake up and think “What can I do today to show you I appreciate you?”

I lost that.

Chivalry was dead.  Chivalry was killed.  Chilvary was fought with ego.  Chivalry was buried.

It happened for many reasons:

I lost value in your beauty and what you deserved.

You didn’t hold me up to that standard.

The world told me “thirst” replaced traditional/genuine/old school pursuing.

Rejection was tied to my ego and it didn’t allow me to be vulnerable.

I got comfortable with how everyone else moved.

I allowed the “independent” woman to diminish my ability to be strong and a provider.

I lost touch of self and what a Man is to a Woman!

I have been “lazy” dating, in comfort and with little effort.

Women were thinking “there are too many of us and if I challenge him, I will lose him”.

I knew that and relied on the numbers game.

Then you told me, NO!

No, it isn’t going to be easy.

I am going to have to work for it.

I bucked and walked initially but turned around because I needed and wanted you.

I also understood standards.

I respected yours.

I had flashbacks of how I was taught that women were to be treated like custom made diamonds.

I took my time to invest in you.

I applied patience and didn’t force anything.

I paid attention to what you liked and catered to it.

I “uniquely” dated you; my steps were specific to you.

I provided consistency.

I was decisive.

I healed from my previous experiences.

I was present physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I brought the gentleman back and stood proud that your heart softened due to my efforts.

Things became fun again.

We took off the pressure.

We smiled at each other.

I treated you without counting or expecting a return.

You surprised me with “let me get this one”.

Chivalry is back, I pinky promise.

I relearned how valuable you are and the value in courting you.

I helped you out of the car.

I pumped the gas and paid for it.

I made sure your car was washed and the maintenance on it was up-to-date. All you had to do was drive it.

I opened your doors.

Chivalry is back, I pinky promise.

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