Old movies equal debonair. George Sanders, Rex Harrison, Cary Grant. They knew how to hold a drink or cigarette, how to lean into a woman and speak in a sensual, mellifluous manner. Breeding, manners, charm, class. They could toss out a witticism so casually it seems easy. They could really fill a tux.
Can you imagine Mark Walberg opening a door for a woman, sliding her chair in, gracefully leading her across a dance floor? Channing Tatum coming up with a witty remark? Let's not mention Stephen Segal. The concept has dried up and we men have to take responsibility.
I resolve to stand the next time a woman enters a room, provide her with a clean hanky if her nose is running, and listen to every word she says, nodding at just the right moment.
Don't ask me to guide her across the dance floor. Debonair and coordination are two separate realms.
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