What I’ll do for the woman I hope to see naked/ am seeing naked is not extended to women at large. #1, they’ve earned no such privileges # 2 it makes the girl your out with feel extra special.

And that applies to all manner of things. I am not going to let random chick on my motorcycle, or move something heavy for her etc

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Last night I had a first date (just drinks) and after drinks prepared to leave the bar. There was a nasty thunderstorm in full bore, raining buckets. Five women were by the front door, quite well-dressed, and my date started to remove her shoes saying she would run to her car. I was looking at all these women in their finery and thinking, This is going to be a very attractive scene once they are soaked to the skin. But, I refocused. The women are yapping with my date. Without a word, I handed my date my jacket and then said simply I’ll go get my car, be right back, and then I booked. I believe this is the sort of thing the PUAs are always sneering at as supplicating misplaced chivalry blah blah. I regarded it as solving the problem at hand.

The five women *applauded* as I ran out the door. I returned, my date got in my car, still barefoot. We drove to her car. Her hand was inside my jeans in five minutes. And she removed her jeans without prompting in less than ten minutes. True. She was wearing magic clothes: the kind that fall off all by themselves.

I don’t think this is an age thing. There are 22 year-old platoon sergeants in Afghanistan; they’re not going to turn into betas because they jog through rain so their girlfriend doesn’t have to. My take is just do what you think is right, and if that’s opening the door, don’t look like you’re asking permission first and expecting a cookie afterward. Don’t talk about it, don’t be contrived, don’t peacock. Open the fucking door and put your hand on her shoulder and direct her through. These days I am somewhat arrogant about my manners; they’re getting them whether or not they want them. She is out with *me*, and *I* am taking care of *her.* Inevitably, someone new brings up something like, “You’re awfully bossy (or some other femme word for alpha)”. Educated women are so used to feminized men they are nearly disoriented by manners and male direction. I reply, “You prefer submissive?”. And half of the time, right there, we know where things are going to end up. Only the pyscho self-sabotagers seem to mind, and I suspect they mind because it just makes a man *more* attractive to them (and their agenda is to prove to themselves no one is good enough, they can’t be happy, attractive men are dogs, or something).

While, yes, there is a specific definition of Chivalry as a medieval warriors code, the formal idea of Chivalry changed greatly over the centuries and by the late middle ages had taken on the form as most people think of it today, an aristocratic model of conduct, customs, and manners, that persisted in ever weakening form up until it was finally reduced to near-meaninglessness after World War I. I guess impersonal mass slaughter finally taught men that being “chivalrous” and “gallant” is a good way to get yourself killed for little gain.

And it mostly was an aristocratic/upper-class thing. The behavior of men on the Titanic is a good example. Most (though by no means all) of the First Class men went along with the whole “women and children” first thing for this reason. Studies of the survival rates of men and women in shipwrecks historically has shown that in most cases, men had much higher survival rates; when it’s life and death, most of the guys will run you down to get to that lifeboat, ladies.

What most women mean by chivalry today is really nothing more than common courtesy that’s unfortunately become anything but common. So I agree with socal83′s definition. As a rule, I generally don’t extend any courtesies toward women that I wouldn’t extend for a man, with the possible exception of giving my seat on the subway up for a pregnant woman. The really fat guy that looks like he’s about to keep over is on his own…