It’s sad when things end.
An empty box of Cheez-Its. The last episode of your favorite vampire-romance TV show. The conclusion of love month. The end of a relationship.
We mourn and cry and remember the good times we had. But no amount of tears will bring back those precious cheesy-salty-crackery moments you had together. You can’t relive the awestruck shock over your TV love’s heroic sacrifice. You can’t go back in time. Soon, you’ll have to move on.
It has come to my attention that I overthink things. A lot of things.
Okay. Not really my attention, but my friend’s attention, who has now took it upon himself to ‘break me’ of my nasty little thinking habit, much as you would a dog who tinkles on the carpet. I believe he will be buying a squirt gun and a roll of newspaper next.
Do I think I’m an over thinker? Yes. Do I consider it a problem?
I’ve been thinking about that.
The art of chivalry is dying. BUT I REFUSE TO LET IT DIE.
It’s not weak to let a man be sweet to you. And you’re not a chump if you care.
Ladies like gentlemen. When a man is a gentleman, he’s immediately more handsome, more trustworthy, more respected, and more endeared. He is our prince charming, our night in shining armor, our hero.
But how do I become a gentleman, Rebekah?
I’m glad you asked, Bob. Here is your guide to being a gentleman.
