My Unconventional Convention

In one of my communications classes today, we began discussing whether or not chivalry was dead.

"When I get to a door, I stop. My husband knows to step forward and open that door for me," said my professor.

"Really?" I asked.

"I know that's right," chimed in several girls.

"Why ya'll always gotta expect us to pay for the first date?" asked one of the guys in the class.

"Well, if you want a second date, you had better pay for that first one," responded one of the girls.

What?!

Maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe it's just the fact that both I and my partner are bisexual and don't care about gender roles.

When it comes to doors: who ever gets there first opens the door for the other. I am NOT going to stand there and wait for him to open the door like I'm a princess any more than I would jump up and treat him like a prince.

Every single date we've ever had has been dutch, except birthdays. This includes Valentine's Day and New Years. I pay my way, he pays his. This is mainly because he won't let me pay due to his manliness, and I think it's stupid for him to pay when I make more money than him.

If he's cold, I give him my jacket. If I'm cold, he gives me mine. If we're both cold and I forgot my jacket, I do not expect him to give me his. I'm the dumb ass who forgot my jacket; I don't expect him to suffer.

Whoever has the most gas in their car drives. This usually turns out 50/50.

I am not going to wait two minutes in the car waiting for him to unbuckle his seatbelt and come around to my door to open it.

I am not a princess. I am not on a pedestal. I do not need to be treated like I am.

I am his equal. I treat him with the utmost respect and he treats me the same.

We are a complete partnership. That is what I want in a relationship.

Who knew that was so revolutionary?