Southern Boys were raised right!!

Not sure which friend you are referring to..but Hi, and welcome to M2

Thank you Vivian......

It was the way I was raised. What can I say?

You're welcome!

I need to move down South!

Flowers can be a little different than opening up doors. When they start sneezing or have a preference on flowers is a good thing to know.

I enjoy being treated like a woman.

I like to think that today’s gentlemen are more sincere. I can be sure a man is opening the door out of genuine courtesy instead of a sense of obligation, tradition or social acceptance as might have been the case pre- ERA. I love that the men of today are much more capable of appreciating ALL of a woman’s attributes instead of just their favorite ones. Haha.

irish do it ;-p

Sincerity is important I agree. Its great way to open a conversation. I was opening up this door one time at the college. I waited. She looked at me. I waited some more. She kept looking at me. I was puzzled what to do next. I got tired of waiting. And walked on. She came up to me and said, "I am capable of opening up my own door, thank you." I said, "I am sorry." Usually I would have said, "You're welcome." But I was at a loss for words. It was my first encounter with women's liberation. It was like a prerequisite for the Women Studies classes as it alerted me to my own questionable sincerity because of the social conditioning I was raised with. I had never looked at it that way previously but the social norms of where I was at was different than the social norms I was raised with. I felt that she was sincere. But I had never looked at it that way before except in dealing with the tomboys but still it seemed different since my mother was raised like a tomboy.

She was just out and out rude...some carry liberation too far. Politeness will never go out of 'style'.IMO

I don't really see opening doors as a manly thing these days. It's something I do all the time for people. It's just a polite/nice thing to do.

Yes it is..I've had young kids both boy and girls open doors for me also men and women much older than I. It's just polite to thank them and go about your way. I always hold the door for someone behind me, no matter who they are.

Agreed.

I believe in "Yes Ma'am" and "No Ma'am".

I believe in "Thank you Baby" and "You are quite welcome"

I believe that offering a wet nap towelette after sex is the right thing to do.

I believe in not hitting on a woman's Mom or sisters in front of her .

I Believe in Mrs. Brady bringing me my pipe and slippers wearing black rubber.

I believe in aprons and high heels with boufont hair do's.

I believe in Meatloaf Monday.

I am exactly an old school gentleman....except when I want other things.

yep, you're something alright

I think in many cases ma'am and sir are too formal. Of course, some situations may call for the use of those, but most don't. And ma'am always makes me think they're talking to a much older woman!

I do miss the ladies and gentlemen era. Although I've noticed a come back in the younger generation. There are better days to come :)

We have to give the younger generation credit where credit is due...when they want to be, when it counts, they always come through!

Being an extremist by nature from being raised by parents whose natures were extreme from each other it was interesting to find out how they related to each other from the way my mother talks of endearments about my father. One day she noted to me that she was impressed by some of his principles since he was Atheist and she was Theist. When I was going through the Yoyo effect of being raised by them separately since they divorced before I was three they always had the utmost respect for each other even after their divorce. Mom told me that she was impressed by the way he would brush his teeth till they bled. I think my dad was impressed by her Pioneer stock which I am guessing turned her into a tomboy. Both had chores to do. Mom was an excellent cow milker. Mom had this grip that was very strong and this backhand that sent me flying through three doors one time. She was a star player for a Panamanian software team. She let me have her glove that she played with. Since Mom was a large person her being able to knock the softball out of the park was really an aid to her being able to walk the bases instead of run them. It was like Mom was in no hurry because she knew they would have to find the ball. With Dad's right cross and Mom's backhand it was truly a miracle I managed to survive the survival of the fittest. I owe my survival by Mom by learning not to backtalk and I owe my survival by Dad by learning how to hide early on and eventually how to defend myself. It was like having some Amazonian mother and a Goliath-like father. No wonder I feel like some freak of nature sometimes but it has greatly helped me to deal with the elderly at work. Dad could walk softly with a big stick with his Military training and Mom's reaction time was quite remarkable because you would never even see it coming unto you came to. Both had violent tempers. Mom's temper was softened by religion and Dad's temper was softened by alcohol. So naturally I grew up to be wuz with a violent temper that did nothing remarkable except to embarrass me because I was so confused.