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To: FreeHueco
It's really amazing to me the strange looks that I get when I hold open the door for a lady. They just don't expect it. What happened to the men out there?

As a lady, I thank you and every other man who has ever held a door for me. I expect it from my son and my Hubby, but that's as far as the expectation goes.

When another man actually does it, I thank graciously and smile - it means a great deal!

102 posted on 04/11/2004 4:27:46 PM PDT by WIladyconservative (Proud monthly donor - ARE YOU???)
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To: WIladyconservative
As a lady, I thank you and every other man who has ever held a door for me. I expect it from my son and my Hubby, but that's as far as the expectation goes.

I once met a woman I was attracted to. On our first date she started to get into the passenger side of the car by herself. I told her, you're not giving me a chance to be a gentleman. After that she always let me open doors for her. I think it shocked her the first time.

111 posted on 04/11/2004 4:49:49 PM PDT by JoeFromSidney (My book is out. Read excerpts at http://www.thejusticecooperative.com)
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To: WIladyconservative
As a lady, I thank you and every other man who has ever held a door for me. I expect it from my son and my Hubby, but that's as far as the expectation goes. When another man actually does it, I thank graciously and smile - it means a great deal! Well, I'm glad some people appreciate it! Maybe it's the fact that someone wearing shorts, sandals and a tshirt is doing it that gets to them.. =) Not all of us gen-Xers have heads that are full of mush..
128 posted on 04/11/2004 5:19:52 PM PDT by FreeHueco
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