Manners

I once read that a Libra's ideal world is a place where everyone has perfect manners. Wouldn't that be ideal? And, I'm not talking about knowing which fork to use for salad at 1789. I'm talking about a world where everyone says "thank you." Where boys open doors for girls and hand-written notes are sent to commemorate the receipt of a gift. I'm talking about a world where friends remember your birthday with a call rather than an e-card and help you clean up the dishes (or at least offer) after they have dinner at your house. A world much like the one I've been living in the last couple days. It's ideal.

I don't want to blog too much, but I forgot how much I appreciate good manners!

John (my bf from Bama) yelled at me in NYC for not allowing him to open doors. His mom would literally stand at a door waiting until he or his father opened it. Back in Bama, I got so used to good manners and no PDA that I was shocked by dating in college. And, the first time I saw two people making out on a dance floor, my jaw dropped and I pointed the couple out to Ali. She laughed, "welcome to the Northeast!"

I think when you've had an absence of manners in your life for a long time, it's even more impressive when you find yourself around them again. Someone who opens doors, offers you water, makes sure you're doing okay. Someone who makes sure you get in the door okay before they leave. I find myself smiling just thinking about it. Politeness in DC. It does exist (though the person I'm commenting on is from the South).

Smilin'.