15 Ways to Charm Her
Southern Living, July 2009
By Amy Bickers
“Want to impress a Southern girl? Just think “What would my grandfather have done?”
Number one: We still expect you to give up your seat for a lady. On a bus, at a bar, on a train. . . we don’t care where you are. Unless you are at a restaurant and the only lady in sight is the one taking your order, stand up. Now.
On a recent Friday night at a bustling restaurant bar, two friends and I waited for our table to be called. The barstools were occupied so we stood patiently, sipping wine and chatting about the workweek. When a couple nearby stood up, another woman – who had been there less time than we had – swooped in, reaching across us to put her purse on the stool. This isn’t the worst part. It’s what happened next: Her male companion then slid onto the other barstool.
Hang on while I do a geography check. Are we not in the South? If ladies are waiting for a seat and you have a Y chromosome, do you sit down? No, sir. No, you do not.
We know modern life is confusing. The roles of men and women have evolved over the years. As Pink once sang, “Shorty got a job, Shorty got a car, Shorty can pay her own rent.”
But come on, let’s keep some things old-school. My late grandfather- he of the East Texas upbringing, U.S. Navy captain status, and Cary Grant good looks – would never have allowed a woman to stand while he sat. And if you want a Southern woman to love you, neither will you. So, men, here’s a short list of things Southern girls still expect from you.
We still expect you to…
- Stand up for a lady. Actually, this doesn’t just involve chairs.
- Know that the SEC has the best football TEAMS IN THE NATION. Big 12 fan? Hmm, perhaps you should keep walking.
- Kill bugs. Delta Burke as Southern belle Suzanne Sugarbaker on Designing Women said, “. . .Ya know, when men use Women’s Liberation as an excuse not to kill bugs for you. Oh, I just hate that! I don’t care what anybody says, I think the man should have to kill the bug!”
- Hold doors open. This goes for elevator doors too.
- Fix things or build stuff. I once watched in awe as my stepfather built a front porch on the house he shares with my mother. He knew just what to do, cutting every notch, hammering every nail. The project was complete by sunset.
- Wear boots occaisionally. Not the fancy, l-paid-$l,000-for-these kind. We’re talking about slightly mud-crusted, I-could-have-just-come-in-from-the-field boots.
- Take off your hat inside.
- Grill stuff.
- Call us. If you want to ask us out, don’t text and don’t e-mail. Pick up the phone and use your voice.
- Stand when we come back to the dinner table. ”Just a little half-stand is enough to make me melt,” my friend Stephanie says.
- Pull out chairs. Wait, that’s not all. Scoot them back in before we hit the floor.
- Pay the tab on the first few dates. ”If you ask me out, you pay,” Stephanie says. “If I ask you out, you should still pay.” Listen, guys, it’s just simpler this way.
- Don’t show up in a wrinkled, untucked shirt. Care about your appearance but not too much. Don’t smell better than we do. Don’t use mousse or gel. You shouldn’t look like you spend more time in front of the mirror than we do.
- Never get in bar fights. Patrick Swayze might look cool in Road House, but in reality, bar fights are stupid and embarrassing. You don’t look tough. You look like an idiot.
- Know how to mix our favorite cocktail just the way we like it. Fix your favorite too. Sit down on the porch (it’s okay if you didn’t build it), tell us how your day went, and we’ll tell you about ours.
We’ll leave the long list to the girl who falls in love with you.
I'm just going to make a few comments on this one, as I believe it can stand mostly on its own.
A. My number one thing on my "Potential Future Husband" List (yes, it exists!) is that he has to open doors for me. (Okay, I might be over exaggerating a bit. It actually comes after the whole being a Christian thing and is a subsection to the whole "treating me like the princess I am" thing.) It. Is. A. Big. Deal. One thing I loved about Auburn was that I rarely had to open my own door. Those fraternity boys know what this whole chivalry thing is. And how it isn't dead.
B. You should know I don't normally post stuff from other blogs. I like the whole originality thing. But honestly, I have two little brothers that need to learn this stuff. And since they have frequented my blog at least once in the past, I'm taking a chance that they might read this.
C. Southern Living would have been a lot more effective if they published this in a journal that had more male readership. I'm pretty sure that most members of the male species tend to shy away from Southern Living. Haha. :)
D. I'm about to leave to live in the Lands of the North (aka Chicago) in a little over a month. I'm all over this "southernness". I'm going to miss it this next year.