I feel like “gentleman” might be an overstatement. I mean, I give strange women extra room on the elevator and hold doors for them, but it would seem unfair to lump me in with men who do that stuff without punching chicks in the face and calling them “disgusting cunts.”
And with my girls? That’s even tougher to say. I’m quite patient, I tend to be ridiculously sentimental, and The Idiot has mentioned that I’m the most empathic person she knows. But I’m also possessive, intrusive, occasionally inscrutable, and, when I’m comfortable with someone… very, very mean.
They hold the doors for me, I guess is the point I’m making.