Out to lunch!

Or a very forgetful one, roses. Driven on by the need to greet his pals in the bar and forgetting that his beloved wife is in tow.

I bet he felt awful when he realised what he'd done! But of course you still love him

Indeed I do, HappyNan1, daft though he is!

My DH forgets to introduce me to people - I hope it's not because he has forgotten who I am!

Kitty my husband has always had the most awful memory for people's names, so if he introduced me to anyone, he would forget the name of the person he was introducing me to, even though he may have been talking to them for five minutes or so.

After attending a local committee meeting the other evening, it was dark and I was on my way out to the unlit car park without a qualm. One of the male committee members immediately came forward and accompanied me to my car. I thought that was thoughtful, chivalrous and appropriate. In a way, it's more practical than opening doors and whatnot. Though I do appreciate that too, when it happens. So chivalry is alive and well in the Black Country!

I open the passenger door first for all my passengers, regardless of sex. Doesn't everyone?

A man rushed to open a car door fo rme yesterday[I am not his wife, he has a lovely wife]. I thought it was lovely.
I am all for those little nicities in life.

I really do appreciate any form of courtesy whether it be from a male or female. I always hold the door for anyone - stranger or no, any age, male or female. Mostly they say 'thank you' , some barge through without a glance, youngsters might look a bit uncomfortable but I like to think it gives people food for thought and perhaps next time they might try it for themselves. It costs nothing, requires little effort, and makes people feel valued. "Little things mean a lot!"

I thought it was courtesy to hold a door open, meaning you 'followed ' in.

Where do you lot go to be worried about going in first and being attacked in a brawl

I actually found it embarrassing when years ago I might have had the door opened for me. I would think now 'bum first, knees together and in'. Hope my knickers didn't show.

Then you marry and in you hop! Then your hubby has to help you get in by using a 'half step' and a leg up. .

I got rather confused there, POGS, wondering how you managed to enter a room bum first, with your knees together, until I realised you were talking about having the car door opened for you!

DH has lovely manners always open doors not just for ladies but for men as well, puts me on the inside when walking along the road, stands when others come into the room, always shakes hands when he meets someone (does this too with his brothers which I think is lovely), in a restaurant he likes to get me seated first and he would never ever start his meal before everyone else had been served. Doesn't open the car to put me in though but sometimes needs to get me out of it. I love these social manners and make sure I do my part too its just courtesy and doesn't offend my feminist principles.

One of the men who sometimes plays the organ at my church takes me out to lunch afterwards. I've told him that if he insists on paying I'm referring to him as my boyfriend. I really like him - pity he's gay. He doesn't open car doors but he will open and hold other doors for me. I'm somewhat torn between being a feminist and liking the attention. Last time we had lunch he went to the "powder room" after the meal and when he came back I had paid the bill. That was my feminist part winning.

Ana

I am with you Teetime my DH has always held the door open for me (albeit right or wrong) and always walks on the outside, as do my sons with their wives. I love all the old fashioned etiquette and it doesn't offend me whatsoever. A few days ago an 'older' ( older than me ) gentleman tipped his hat to me when I said "hello" I thought it was lovely and couldn't help but think in a few years I don't think there will be many men left doing that. Wouldn't quite work with a 'beanie' would it?

When I was a student in the sixties there was a young man who was VERY popular with the ladies who drove an MG Midget and ALWAYS opened the car door for his female passengers. One evening after a few ciders at a party (this was pre-breathalyzer) he confided in me that he enjoyed the view of a girl in a mini-skirt getting in or out. From then on I always wore trousers when out with him.

I rest my case Grannieanne

There is no glamorous way to exit a low slung sports car in a short skirt.