zierota:

alexgoesplaces:

zierota:

AlexGoesPlaces recently told me that gentlemen (those by the old etiquette) still exist. They’re a rare species and one of their most loved features is being polite, caring, the fact that they open doors for you and they put their coat on you when it’s cold.
It sounds like a cancelled TV show…

Dear Zierota,

I understand you are skeptical, as I was myself at the sight of such special individuals. I met one of these specimens two days ago. He opened doors, helped me put on my coat, offered a seat, etc. I couldn’t help but stare at him like a unicorn. I can’t really complain as I have previously been in relationships with gentlemen before. I suppose I have been lucky. 

The other night a young woman was telling me that I was silly for appreciating men who display that kind of behavior. She told me it was boring, as she stroked her boyfriend’s round belly. Oddly enough, she has thrown jealousy fits over him and I. I couldn’t help but think “Hey, if you were dating a gentleman, you would have no reason to act that way.”

They are out there. You don’t look for them and they find you. 

Sincerely,

Alex 

It shall be in my diary for the purpose of documentation. Record the very things of this Earth. The proclivities of Man that run the gamut from winsome to beastial. Let’s eat, let’s shit, let’s fuck, let’s kill, and let’s die. But never never forget that it’s that polite invitation, that dance they all ask for!
I can’t say for sure if it’s society that crafts and shapes these softies or not since it’s Nature, she who gives birth to beasts of all kinds.

To be quite honest, Alex… I am going to kill a gentlemen in one of my stories. The reader may cry for epic justice all she wants but I govern the plot.
One does not need a gentleman to hold doors and provide a coat. You got a butler for such tasks. It might be a cute thing for the gentleman to take the position of a willing slave but how can one truly tell if he’s not after something else?
Just an eye-opener, Alex and my dear readers! How can one truly say if it’s a fake or the real deal?
Here’s a bone! When your partner carries your burden, and doesn’t mind suffering your pain to soften your misery, all out of free will, that’s when you find out who’s determined. To place myself in the one lady for the sake of imagination, I’d say no. I don’t want mine to be this gentleman who opens doors, puts a coat on me, I can do all those things myself. What I favour is some one else’s understanding. A reason to care.
I hate to be your opponent in this one, Alex, but I despise the typical gentleman and their so called taste. But in your case, I won’t deny the gratification of a concrete response to your work. May the hopes contain a granted wish, for reality has many terrors in store.
I’ve seen many monsters wearing a gentleman’s mask. They become nasty when you take their face off. They also become a very interesting personality. True colors. Let’s hope this doesn’t apply on him.
By the way, you  have the touch of the poet too. Perhaps you should take up the quill.

~Zierota

Dear Zierota,

I must disagree. A man who opens doors is not a butler, just like if a woman made a sandwich it would not make her a servant. As for the monsters in disguise - I wouldn’t live my life like that. I discover people as I move forward. Nothing is guaranteed, nothing is immutable. I don’t live in fear. I experience things and I savour them. I appreciate when something good is done for me and I have my eyes open when the opposite happens.

Too black and white, G. Too black and white.

Sincerely,

Alex 

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