I was walking from my car to the entrance of my building this evening, when this neighbor of mine, this little uberly gay guy that lives in the building sees me, and was conflicted for a minute, but ended up holding the door for me. I would say it was about 35 seconds or something.
As I got to the door, I thank him, he shouldn't have, then he tells me, "Had I known it would take you so long, I wouldn't have held the door for you..."
What the fuck is that? I am seriously making an effort, trying not to be that person that bitches about things, takes things to heart, over analysis things... looking to be offended, but, was it really necessary to say that... and he wasn't kidding either...
It's like either open the door, or don't open the door, but shut the fuck up about it. I can't recall in what chapter of Jane Austins' "Pride and Prejudice" we hear Darcy and Bingley bitching about all the bowing and door opening the have to do.
What is wrong with the men in this country? Oh, have I mentioned I am getting married this year? Ok, scratch out from my list, small little rat faced gay men with door opening issues. I want a strong man that will open many doors for me, and if he can use like a drill that would be good too. I want a guy to love me just the way I am, because I am perfect just the way I am. hehehe...
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