Southern gentleman dating sites
At times, I feel like the Southern Gentleman is an endangered species, a creature to be protected and cultivated for the future. He always shakes your hand and smiles when he meets you and he makes a point to repeat your name back and be formally introduced at all parties in a group.
These guys are genuinely nice and they will compliment every woman around them because it is the polite thing to do. (And yes, they will swing you around and dip you and you will squeal like a little girl and blush and turn red.) guys do have Alpha Male moments and they do like to be manly at sometimes they'll leave you and the girls to talk shoes (thankfully! (If she ever remembers to sign on.)Former taglines of this blog: "A Journal in Dates and Drinks" and "A Dateless Journal of Drinking." Those Particulars Some Backstory Memories of the Way We Were Updates and Towel Snapping One Year Wrap-Up Just As She Is An Open Letter to Myself After 26 years, she HAS learned something An Open Letter to the Men Who Message Me Through Match Sharing a smoke Associated Content Interview with Charming The Hindu: Blog Sisters are here These are the blogs I read as much as possible: Belle in the Big Apple Breakup Babe Citizen of the Month Dating is Hell Irish Eyes Jason Mulgrew Metroblogging New Orleans Mr. They will never let you stand, always give up their seat. ) and make silly chauvinistic comments because they can get away with saying just about anything in that sweet tone of theirs. Pinkerton The Company Bitch This Fish Needs A Bicycle Virginia Belle I'm not a girl, not yet a wino Blind Cavefish Think you should be on this list? I don't agree with everyone from down here and there are certainly things I would change, but the calm sweetness of a no-frills good ol' time certainly is not one of them.Men down here, a lot of them anyway, are smooth Southern gentlemen, chivalrous to a fault, because it almost seems insincere.
He includes people in conversation and is a fan of casually touching you when he talks. They may name drop a bit (that's the Good Ol' Boy in them), but they'll listen when you name drop right back.
They all own at least one pair of seersucker pants and do not be surprised if they wear them out, at night, with docksiders and a white polo and wonder why you (in your dressy jeans, neatly done hair, high heels and sparkly evening top) complain that they look like your grandfather.