Chivalry ain't dead
To the guy who helped me get a cab late on Saturday,
You made my night.
You were a London BBC (British born Chinese), and we had made small talk on the way from the elevator from the club. When you saw me trying to get a cab, you offered to help, and we walked to find one together.
Anyone who knows me knows I am perfectly capable of getting a cab myself, but as it sucks getting a cab in Beijing, I appreciated the offer. But then the kicker.
The street we were walking on was gravely, uneven, and broken. You noticed I was wearing high-heels, and asked to make sure I was okay walking here. Probably the sexiest thing anyone had said to me the whole night. Every woman I’ve mentioned this too since has agreed, noticing a woman’s shoes and ensuring her comfort and safety–without being obnoxious about it–is sexy, and probably the best way to impress a woman. You didn’t want anything from me, you were just being an observant, decent person.
Thanks BBC, for being a gentleman. Chivalry ain’t dead.
Too bad you’re returning to London, because I would have had to cue some Carly Rae Jaspen.