I pull out her chair.
She walks to the opposite one.
She doesn’t recognize I’m being a gentleman.
Men don’t offer women chairs anymore.
I call her over, “This one is for you.”
She blushes and scoots back to my side.
I slide the chair in as she sits down.
She smiles.
I land opposite of her.
I smile too, facing the entrance.
I get to see if anyone hotter than her walks by.
Just kidding.
I get anxious when my back is towards the door.
Now, she is safe and taken care of.
Modern women hate to see it.
Chivalry is dead.
And buried by every split check.
What a pity.
But at least I may not have to pay.
