The Perfect Gentleman

Have you ever met a perfect gentleman? A door opening, hand holding, dinner preparing man? I can tell you that Rose has. He's the guy in the orange shirt, Brendan.

We spent a few days with these guys and every time we went somewhere, Brendan would make me look bad. The door was opened every time. Rose's hand was held, everywhere. Kisses for no particular reason were placed on lips and cheeks.

Until...he didn't open the door. We pulled up at the local grocery store and this time (the only time) Brendan didn't open Rose's door. Unfortunately for Mr. Nissan Pulsar who we parked next to, Rose's door flung straight into it's side, almost piercing through.

We laughed, teased a little and hoped it would buff out.


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