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Gentleman or Creep?

I snuck out of the house early this morning to hit the gym before the Monday chaos started. I pulled into a parking space, hopped out of my van and started walking towards the entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed what looked to be a regular gym member, also walking in with his duffel bag and cut off tank top. As I approached the curb, I sensed him walking closer and closer behind me. I looked back and saw that he was right behind me. It was somewhat discerning, as there was plenty of room for him to go around or walk on his own path to get to the doorway. I picked up the pace and he followed suit.

I reached the door, pulled it open about two inches, just as he said, "Let me get that for you." Too late, buddy. I already got it. He grabbed the door and walked in behind me, then raced ahead of me to open the second door for me. "There you are." he said. "Take care, now."

Now, I'm all about men opening doors for women. But was it necessary for him to literally run to get the door ahead of me? I came to a few conclusions.

A. He had a homework assignment that said he had to open the door for five women before the end of the day on Monday. Chet had a similar assignment at some point in his education.
B. His wife was mad at him and his punishment was to open doors for women throughout the week before he was let back in the house.
C. He took one look at my 52-week along size and decided there was no way he was going to let me open the door by myself, otherwise we'd have a delivery right there on the Gold's Gym entry way floor.
D. He was just a nice guy.

After I got home, I ran the situation by Chet. His conclusion:

"Well, you're huge, er, well, for someone of your size, er, uh, you're a beautiful pregnant lady and he was just being nice." (nervous laughter)

Nice save.

"And besides, when we were kids, we would get in trouble if we didn't run ahead of someone and open the door for them."

I'm not entirely convinced but it is what it is.

Comments

  1. jenOctober 17, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    I think he wanted to do something to make your day a bit easier, considering your condition. Nice guy, I'd say.

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  2. SelmaOctober 17, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    I vote for creep...but that's my paranoia talking. I've had this happen to me, sort of. No one has ever run in front of me to hold the door for me and if someone did, I think he was a bit of a goon....

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