The Gent
Back in the days before people were able to sell a home via the internet because they are in that much of a hurry, some people used to say to me that I was ‘old before my time’ and I never did know what that meant. Just because, like the other children, I used to wear my neat little suit and tie and polished black shoes, that meant that I was somehow strange. This continued all through school. In fact, I still remember the teacher’s face when I told him that I would not wear the school uniform, but would, instead, wear my cravat with neat blue pin-stripe suit. His face dropped! It was as though a bird had flown through the open window and evacuated on his head!
I am thirty six now, and being a gentleman still provides its challenges. Thus like boarding the bus, for example. I am often made to feel like I am not wanted, and people turn their noses up at me. What has the world come to when a man can not board the bus looking fit and smart and well?
It has also provided more than its fair share of challenges when trying to meet ladies who are equally as concerned about being ladies as I am about being a gent. I remember with one lady I dated, she was a maneater! After ten dates she insisted that Her and I “Get to know each other more intimately!” Just ten dates dear reader! I was sent spiraling into a state of deep shock and inner turmoil that was to last for a prolonged period of time, and that no amount of tea drinking and the reading of vintage papers could un-do!
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