Cold. Sleepy. Unprepared. ...
isn't dead. Chivalry is very much alive: fogging every intention, confusing every direction. I wasn't raised for gentlemen like these-- holding doors, sliding chairs, paying and considering and nicing. Whether purposely thoughtful or a habitual reflex, They can't help it-- Every gentlemen needs a lady. I'm then left only to the devices of being a girl raised somewhere not down here. Where they're...
I'm leaving today. For the Bahamas. Today. I'm leaving. ...
I promise. ...
1. Take on an ugly banner: 2. Do what you can. 3. Send proof, receive...feedback. and by "walking star"...he means FML. ...
