I spent this weekend going through old crap and memories, until I found a book that I had not seen in years, it was an etiquette guide book, that was given to me when I went to a modeling school here in the city.
Now that I think about it, it was more of a finishing school.
The booked talked about etiquette over the phone, dinner parties, and other social interactions.
Thus, part of me began to wonder when did I stray from the path of becoming a proper young woman?
Somewhere in the last 15 years or so; I stopped playing piano and abandoned any aspirations of continuing a professional path with it, I started biting my nails and skin to the point of Dermatillomania, and this guy has a better posture than me:
The idea of course, of being a proper young lady, is that you are more desirable and attractive to the eligible bachelor.
No, not him. This guy:
A few years ago I liked this guy in my swim class, and I finally brought my best friend to…”check him out” and she gave her approval of him.
I remember at the end of class after running a pretty good drill, I got on deck and gave him a “high 5”. Afterwards, my friend suggested that since I liked him, I should not have high-5’ed him as it was not lady-like.
Apparently, with D cups, shoulder-length hair, and hips to knock J-Lo of the deck, he’d associate me as “one of the guys”.
I did give him my number, and after that never saw him again.
Well, its never too late to improve yourself; from sitting up straighter to changing your wardrobe. But it was last night at a gala, when I realized why many women do not act like proper ladies, it’s because of… the men!
A colleague invited me to this formal event, where I was lead to my seat and he pulled it out for me. He offered to get my drink, and women and guests were served dinner first. Thus, it was a code of conduct that the men be gentlemen and serving to their lady partners.
I sure felt like a noble lady as even my table manners dramatically improved from:
It sometimes takes a small show of courtesy or respect to boost one’s esteem and consciousness. And to receive the same treatment in kind.
And whom you are with makes a difference; people treat you based on how your friend/partner treats you.
Whether its holding your coat or pulling our your chair — a waiter will show you an ounce more of respect when they see your partner doing the same thing — it screams: “She’s important!”
And it changes how you see yourself, and the expectations you have for yourself.
For now, I’ll read through that book, maybe there are some things I need to re-learn, and should come to expect for myself.
So, does your beau treat you like a proper lady?