Maybe I’m old school, but I like it that way. I’ll knock on your door when I pick you up for our date instead of texting you that I’m here. I’ll introduce myself to your parents if you still live at home. I’ll tell you how incredibly stunning you look while I open the car door for you. With a smile on my face I’ll pull out your chair and hold every door for you. I promise I’ll do my best to mind my manners, and I will never forget to say please and thank you. I’ll go slow, I won’t kiss you on the first date unless you lean in for it. When I drop you off, I’ll walk you to the door and tell you that I had a really good time. And then I’ll drive home with the cheesiest grin on my face because I can’t stop thinking about what just happened, silently hoping that you want to do it again sometime.
