Death according to Lazarus...

Dating in the Two Thousands has brought me to a shocking realization. I don't expect much out of dating anymore. Recently, I began dating someone who is thoughtful, kind, opens my doors, helps me with my coat, and pays for the date without question.

I wasn't sure how to handle all of this from a gorgeous, well-mannered, 33-year-old man (I know he sounds 80). On the one hand I'm all about opening my own doors, paying...etc like an equal. And on the other, I have to admit it was nice, I am treated as if I were the most respected and exhaulted of creatures.

And then it dawned on me...Romance! I had completely given up on romance. I had expected men to be unchivalrous. Is this really what dating in the Two Thousands has come down to?

So, while I continue to date Mr. Wonderful I will also be wondering, "Is this guy one in a million, or should I expect this from now on?"