7Chivalry is Dead
First Date
Chivalry was dead, but he waited patiently those extra ten minutes she took to get ready. He didn't tell her that his foot was asleep, or that they were later for their reservation.
He told her she looked beautiful.
She blushed, all the way up to her hairline.
He held open the car door for her, and didn't tell her to take off her shoes on the newly vacuumed floor.
She gazed out the window, and tactfully ignored the rap song blasting through the stereo.
He didn't stop her from pressing her fingers to the glass, though he might have winced a little.
At 6:43 they pulled into the parking lot of an old brick building with blue awnings, boasting the finest Italian. She didn't stop him from holding the restaurant door for her, even though feminism ran hot and strong through her bloodstream.
He didn't complain when they lost their reservation.
The damsel is distress was dead, but she fluttered about, apologizing and frantically ran light fingers through her brown hair.
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They ate at a burger place three blocks down.
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Chivalry was dead, but he didn't roll his eyes when she told him how many calories were in the burger.
The damsel in distress was dead, but she let him steal fries from her plate when he thought she wasn't looking.
She smiled into her hand.
He let her babble on about everything, and refrained from mentioning sports, video games, and cars.
She couldn't help loving his eyes. Indigo.
Chivalry was dead, but he paid for everything.
The damsel in distress was dead, but she let him.
He let her choose the movie, and didn't even frown at the chick-flick. He allowed himself only one wistful glance at the action selections.
She let him hold her hand.
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They munched popcorn together, happily contemplating twists of fate more bizarre than their own.
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Chivalry was dead, but he had her home by 11:45.
She let him walk her to the door.
"Aren't you chivalrous tonight?" Her voice was as sweet as her perfume. He smiled.
"Baby, everyone wants something." His arms encircled her waist, and she let him, moving her arms to embrace his neck.
They kissed, softly at first, and then harder.
Chivalry was dead, but romance wasn't.