Airs and Graces

Pulling chairs and holding doors are gestures of respect I cling to reverentially, emotion, that beggars intellect. In times long gone I'd doff my hat and dress in spats and bow-tie to woo a damsel with dispatch, a wink, a nod, to catch her eye. Nowadays, old-fashioned graces often meet with glares askance, with worried and suspicious faces I don't get a second glance!