I like it when a man opens doors for me or offers to take my bag/s.
But, when I was younger, it used to irritate the hell out of me.
I wanted to prove that I could do it myself!
I wanted to show that I could be independent!
Probably because, throughout my childhood, my parents made all of my decisions for me.
Once I “grew up” and moved out of my parents’ home, I truly wanted to be able to prove that I could do everything for myself.
At one point maybe Doom-n-Gloom liked to open doors for me or carry my bags; maybe I just didn’t let him because I was stubbornly proving I could do it myself! And eventually, he just stopped…
But, I’m not like that now.
I will gladly let a man slip in front of me so he can open the door.
He can pull out my chair before I am seated.
He can hold my jacket and help me get into my sleeves.
I will let him walk on the street side when we are on the sidewalk.
I will let him help me carry my bag/s, even when I can do it all by myself.