I know what you’re thinking.  He didn’t open doors for me, offer to pay, or pull out my chair when I sat down. 
No, no, no… not even close. 

Chivalry really isn’t all that important to me, at least not in the traditional sense.  I realize that makes me a minority within my gender as it’s a deal breaker for most women, but I am perfectly capable of opening a door and pulling out a chair for myself.  But what IS important to me is what I’ll call ‘Modern Day Chivalry.’  I need you to be a man of your word, call when you say you’re going to call, communicate, and just be honest.   

Example 1:  White Belt Guy
We emailed last week about when we were getting together and where. He writes on Thursday: “I’d like to see you Saturday. The location you suggested works for me.”
I respond on Friday: “Great. I’m in for tomorrow. Here’s my #.”
Saturday morning: No response. No email. No text. No call.
Saturday 1pm: Nothing. Hmm…
Saturday 3pm: Nada. Maybe I gave him the wrong number? I double checked. Nope
Saturday 5pm: You’ve got to be kidding me.
Saturday 7pm: I cut my losses and call my friend who is out with her very chivalrous boyfriend and another couple. I meet them. 5th wheel again.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have received the following email from WBG. “I thought we agreed on Saturday? When did you send this email? I just got it.”

One of two things is happening here. Either he really didn’t get my email until Saturday and was also upset thinking he was being stood up, or he’s shady. I’m willing to take a poll on this one. Please feel free to comment on whether or not I should give him the benefit of the doubt.

Example 2: D_licious
So now you’re thinking, “she really went out with a guy who calls himself D_licious?” I did. Only because during some emails I specifically asked him about the name, and his response was, “I have a hard time taking online dating seriously so I just picked the goofiest thing I could think of.” Fair enough. I’m ok with the sense of humor. I gave him my number and he texted me yesterday asking if I wanted to grab a drink later in the evening. Something casual. Maybe watch the Sunday night game. So I went. Totally uneventful. We had the standard “tell me about your family, your job, where you’ve traveled, etc, etc, blah, blah” conversation. But no spark. At least not for me. He talked a lot about his job which was somewhat interesting because he’s a criminal defense attorney. I mentioned that my best friend is an attorney and perhaps he knows her? I mentioned her name and the firm she works for. I think he changed the subject. Which I didn’t think anything of – until I called her on my way home…

Me: Ugh. Such a waste of time.
Her: That bad?
Me: No. It wasn’t that bad. He’s just not the one for me. He’s an attorney though. You probably know him or know someone who does.
Her: What’s his name?
Me: Dylan. I think his last name starts with a ‘B?’
Her: What!? You went out with Dylan Black!? Don’t you remember I got set up with him last year and I met him at that bar by my house and I made you come meet me because he and his friend were being jerks?? You made fun of him and said he had small hands!

So when it comes to dating, I don’t need a man to throw his coat over a puddle so I can walk across it. (In case you haven’t been to New York recently, galoshes are currently trendy). But for the love of G0d admit that you went out with my best friend. Did you not think she would point out that you just wished her a Happy Birthday on her Facebook page 3 days ago..? Idiot.

I’m going to be single forever.

TPB

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