#gentlemanliness

Dearest reader, there are some moments where one may receive an onslaught of emotion. This eve was one of those horrid nights for this writer. She has been tempted to download a dating application; the loneliness to which at times she prizes herself with is becoming difficult. That is of course dear reader until tomorrow’s eve where she shall once more laugh at her weakness. Have you sensed the trend, dear reader? After watching many a friend and acquaintance find a companion, even long single family members become attached she can do nothing but fear once more that she shall never find the love that everyone claims she deserves. And once more we may debate the quandary of an introverted single woman finding this mysterious beast known as man or love or what have you. Truly it is not as magical as one reads in novels, truly there is no romantic sweet courtship in days such as these. Everything is much more thrown out into the open, a date ends with a kiss to the mouth rather than one to the palm. Letters have been replaced with quick and witless text messages which have completely destroyed the art of writing. There are no poetic proses nor galant gentlemen. What was once perceived as romantic has now become sexist or cliche. This author herself has balked on occasion the simplist gentlemanly act by an acquaintance’s significant other. And is that fair, dear reader? To expect a man to be galant and yet consider these acts to be rather old fashioned in the times? This author does not believe it is. This world has truly become too sensitive to simple politeness, viewing as sexism. It makes things much harder for a man to show a woman anything more than conversations worth of simpletons and politeness that frustrates this author’s very mind. Of course, dear reader, as we do know, this writer has little knowledge of the actualities of such gentlemanly acts as she has had but one date, as it were, in thirteen years. So she supposed she is speaking in response to observation and continual comparison to the modern world and that of the past. And now that this column has rather found itself on a tangent of opinion, as if you were surprised dear reader, I shall bid you ado until next time.