Luckily lately, I’ve been on the receiving end of a number of kind gestures. I’m seeing someone new (Hi Ty). He opens EVERY door. He doesn’t make a grand show of it, and he doesn’t just do it when other people are watching. That said, you should see the jealous looks of the lady onlookers and the shame-drenched expressions smeared across the faces of their discourteous mates when he gallantly walks out of his way to my side of the car and gently guides me inside. Last weekend in Chicago, The French Pastry School’s newest intern, my dear friend Michael, walked me back to my hotel late-night style even though it was out of his way. Before you chalk it all up to unabashed pussy collecting, let me stop you there. He’s gay, in a committed relationship, and could give a fuck about my puffed pastry. He did it because he is kind and gracious. If you are a certain kind of man, it’s just what you do.
In the spirit of graciousness, let someone ease your burdens and seize opportunities to ease the burdens of others. In a hate-filled and spiteful world, shock others with good old-fashioned courtesy.