Two nights ago I went to see the Ides of March with my modmate and Milan travel buddy. Sigh, Ryan Gosling, how do I love thee?
Anyway, this modmate and I had lamented when we were touring Italy and Switzerland last Fall the fact that there are pricks abroad similar to the ones we've come across and dated periodically here in the States as if you can't meet a dreamboat in storybook Europe, where can you expect to find one?
But doing our best to orange buzz in the new year, we actually spent a good deal of time chatting post movie at the whimsically named West Village pub, Pint of No Return, about the Charmings we've had the pleasure of being cheered up by in the past week or so.
You see, she was being wisked away to Chi-town by her very own Mr. Big, who also happens to be taking her to Per se the next time he's in town (so Mr. Big of him, right?), and I was with two other BC gals last Monday, who had only JUST made the observation that there appeared to be not a single chivalrous guy in Manhattan by contrast to the South and Midwest where they're dwelling these days, when an uber kind cutie offered me his spot on the Jitney so I could get to Jersey at the same time as my girls. He could take a later bus, he said, I should go with my friends.
So sweet right? And then later another young chap helped me not fall on my face while riding the subway in a precarious spot out of reach of any poles to hold onto, and even when I stepped (hard) on his foot, he reached his arm out behind me to be sure I didn't topple as the train jerked into the crowded station, so I thanked him for his help on my way out making him chuckle, and chocked another one up on the scorecard of this city of singles.
Turns out there are a handful of chivalrous guys in the Big Apple it's just that their gentility's in their little gestures. Pricks abound abroad and Stateside, but it's important to stop and point out the princes in our midst, because daily interactions with them are paving the way to our happy endings.
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