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Back in the late 1930s my mother’s best friend had an unexpected flood at a big dance, where she was really enjoying talking to a nice young man she had just met. When the catastrophe was discovered, he escorted her out of the room, keeping close behind her to block the view from the crowd.
She was so impressed by his unflustered, matter-of-fact, happens-every-day chivalry that she never looked at another man. Turns out, he never looked at another girl either. They married a year later and lived happily ever after.
She was so impressed by his unflustered, matter-of-fact, happens-every-day chivalry that she never looked at another man. Turns out, he never looked at another girl either. They married a year later and lived happily ever after.