As You Wish

If you read my post on my life as the bachelorette, maybe you saw this coming. I joked when I wrote it, but never in a million years thought it would actually happen. That I’d fall for a roommate and he’d fall for me and we’d live happily ever after in this three month harvest bliss*.

But it did. So now take your bets! Which one did you think it was?

If you picked the German, you’d be right. Why? A lot of reasons, but to I’m starting to think because he’s just so different than the guys back home. Not because English is his second language and he has a funny accent, but because he treats me with more respect and consideration than I’ve ever encountered with American boys.

Oh, and he goes to the gym daily and walks around with his shirt off all the time so I guess that doesn’t hurt either.

Seriously though, what is it with our culture these days? Why am I so absolutely blown away when someone gives without expecting anything in return? When he does something like pick me up dinner because he knows I had a long day, or reminds me to ice my head when I get home because I hit it at work earlier? This isn’t rocket science. It’s basic human affection, but for some reason our generation of American gentleman severely lack it and it’s tragic.

Of course that’s not saying good guys don’t exist in America because they do! They’re just a bit harder to find, and when you do find them you’d better hold on tight because they don’t come around too often.

It’s also possible that our image of love is different depending on where in the country we live or were raised. For example those in the south have the saying, “Ring by spring” because it’s common for people to be engaged by the spring of their senior year of college. Whereas up north, I knew of maybe three people who were engaged by then. Most of us were still more or less allergic to the idea of commitment

I may be biased but it’s clear where he comes from this sort of speedy attachment is much more common, whereas to me it’s about as foreign as the moon itself.

It may not last forever, but it’s nice for now knowing that there’s someone who’s looking out for me. Someone who is kind and thoughtful, who will hold doors open and clean and do the dishes without asking.

Chivalry isn’t dead. It just isn’t American.

 *Harvest bliss is not a thing. We work constantly and have been on different shifts for a lot of it so spending time together is next to impossible. But still, we make it work.


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