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Under L. Marie


Most women think chivalry is dead. And they are right. At least in the traditional sense. The days of men splaying a coat over a puddle are gone, especially in Hollywood. Now-a-days you'd hear a guy say something like, "I'm not putting my Armani in that puddle for your Jimmy Choo's, just walk around you high-maintenance bitch!"

Lucky for me, it doesn't rain that often in LA and most of my footwear comes from un-noteworthy designers. But every girl wants a little romance. And it doesn't come from opening doors, candle lit dinners or flowers for no particular reason. It seems these days, those tricks are busted out only when a guy is guilty of something. Like cheating or selling off my Japanese dish collection for drug money.

No. Today's modern romance is derived from something completely unresembleing of chivalry. It seems Modern Romance comes from the act of a guy actually taking the time to put his fucking iPhone down during an entire meal to actually talk to me. To actually spend time with me instead of clever text messages all day long. Modern Romance seems to happen when two people turn off the technology to get to know eachother organically. In Person. Through looking at eachother's faces instead of a pixelated screen.

I heard a guy say to a girl the other day "I didn't read it because I want to be able to ask you and you give me an answer," regarding reading her profile. I thought that was so sweet. He actually wanted to have conversations with her, in person, instead of reading snippets of her personality off the Internet. He wanted to spend time with her instead of fucking her in between text messages. Or sext messages.

Be as charming as you wish, but tell me to my face. Its not what you say anymore, but the fact that you are in my line of sight instead of on the other end of a green dialogue bubble. Send me as many flowers as you want. Because its not the flowers but the fact that your hand is holding them and I can receive them with out hitting an "allow" button on Facebook.So open as many doors as you want. Its not the fact that you opened it anymore. But that fact that you were physically present in order to do so.

The most romantic thing for me these days is not the act of doing. But the act of doing with me there too.