I buy The Sunday Times every single Sunday (namely for the style magazine – THERE I admitted it) but – to my horror- my local newsagent had sold out this Sunday (and I was of course far too hungover to walk the extra 5 minutes to the Co-op). I decided to ‘settle’ for The Observer.
I AM A CONVERT.
Anyway, in the relationships section there was a short little piece entitled
‘Let’s stick together Lessons in love from long-term couples’ [link below]
Oh it is just the most endearing little piece. I actually welled up when reading it. Then again, I get teary when I see an old couple all dressed up nicely, holding hands (him in a suit, her in a dress and gloves). Especially when the man (or should I say, gentleman) holds down the ladies seat on the bus. Gets me every time.
I am an old romantic at heart. Relationship success stories such as Ted and May Johnson’s are addictive. I ADORE THEM. Nowadays it is very hard to find nice lovely couples that aren’t either a) locked away in an upstairs room somewhere or b) crying and whingeing and ‘accidentally’ spilling pints on one another.
For this I blame men (I often find myself coming to this conclusion).
What has happened to the nice men like Ted, who chatted to you at the dancehall and probably walked you home without so much as a “can I come in for a ‘coffee’…”?
At a club recently, dancing to Elvis (faves), a guy thought it appropriate to initiate contact by twisting his sneaky crotch right in to mine and winking. When I backed off he looked shocked and enquired “Oh, what’s wrong? Don’t you like the twist?”, to which I replied “LOVE IT”, and twisted far across to the other side of the room.
THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH IN THE PRESENT. It is dire.
I’m not wishing for top hats, or Colin Firth in that lake (I am), but still – just plain, simple manners will do. A lot of men are seriously lacking.
On the bus a few weeks ago, a young guy gave up his seat for a female who wasn’t pregnant, old or disabled, she was just a woman. Some feminists might have protested “we are equals!! I don’t need your seat!”, but I’m not kidding, I could feel the entire population of females on the bus swoon. Me included. And he wasn’t even remotely good-looking. He was a little genius though – manners are IT.