Well I was wrong there wasn't I? Back in the saddle I go (groan). After every break up I always say this: "I want to be chased the next time." But old habits die hard, and every time I plop back in the saddle, I go right back to chasing. And I'm so warped up at doing the catching, I forget I'm trying to be caught. I'm such a rule follower, yet I can't stick to the ones I make for myself. Because I really do want to be chased. Not in a stalker way (crap, now I have to look out for creep factor again), but I want to be wined and dined, fall for the sappy lines and and be constantly reminded that this guy is trying to woo me. And chivalry! I want the chivalry! You will:
- Pick me up at my front door (no calling and telling me you are here asshat of an ex fiance).
- Open my car door first (I will lean over and unlock your door though as you are walking around your car).
- Not talk/text on the phone when with me (asshat still looking at you).
- Open the door of where ever we are going for me (you are allowed to surreptitiously check out my tush when doing so).
- If you think I'm pretty that night, for christ sake say it! But keep it classy, a simple "you look really pretty tonight" is wonderful. Don't just think it and keep it to yourself (guess who I'm still looking at).
- If you asked me on the date (and you did because you're the one chasing), you will of course pick up the tab, but I will say thank you.
- Flowers are always welcome, I fall for those every time (no stuffed toys, I'm not 15-ahem).
- And at the end of the night, you will walk me to my door, tell me you had a wonderful time, and leave like a gentleman. I will decide how much of your virtue you should leave with that night.
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