A gentleman is as a gentleman does.

1/25/2013 The Lady 3 Comments

My roommate and I were cordially invited into the apartment where she conducted her business, but not without being sure to ask if the gentlemen gathered there were acquainted with me {everyone should have such a roommate}. Then without missing a beat, The Boy Next Door blurted out, "Oh, I know The Lady!" Then turning to his roommates, "She is from {my home state} and {other small personal facts about myself}." He knew who I was! Not only that, he knew things about me! Things I had never told him myself! Huzzah! I was able to have a short and inconsequential conversation with The Boy Next Door before we left, but it was a conversation nonetheless.

The next day--as fate would have it--my car got a flat tire. Having the luck that I have, I have become quite accustomed to changing tires and therefore never really need any assistance. However, I would have gladly accepted the help of a charming young man {namely The Boy Next Door} if he were to come my way, as I was chilled to the bone. So there I was kneeling in the snow, changing my tire and I heard the voice of The Boy Next Door as he chatted with someone on his way to his car. I did not look up from my position bent over my tire, hoping that he would offer a hand, especially because his car was conveniently parked nose to nose with my own. But no. The Boy Next Door got into his car and drove away without so much as a "hello" let alone an offer to help a girl out with a flat tire. 

Though I am still incredibly irritated by this incident, I am trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps I looked too capable? Perhaps he was in a hurry? Perhaps he didn't see me {somehow}? Perhaps he doesn't know how to change a tire? 

I should have been out there in a skirt and high heels and tried to look more distressed and helpless. Blast my all-too-capable self!

May there be more gentlemen in your life than there are in mine, 

The Lady