making my day

I just wanted to share how a complete stranger made my day...possibly my week. It seems that a bunch of you readers are men, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I was getting my morning dose of caffeine via Starbucks (iced venti black tea unsweetened with a splash of lemonade plus two sweet-n-lows...yes it is 9 degrees in Chicago) and headed for the door. A fairly handsome man was coming in, looked at me, and held the door open. I was still quite a few feet from the door so I hurried up, thankful for the chivalry, oblivious to his stare (until later when I analyzed the encounter mercilessly). He smiled and told me "take your time" . It wasn't necessarily what he said, but HOW he said it. It was somehow a compliment. Women understand this. I felt...special. It's been a while since I've had a true compliment without someone trying to get in my pants. From something as innocuous as a handsome man holding the door for me. Okay, maybe I need to get laid, but men, do some woman a favor. Consider this your good holiday deed of the day. Go hold the door open, pick up a dropped glove, or whatever. But don't be sleazy about it. Don't start a conversation, because that ruins it (we think it's a come-on and the gesture loses all meaning). Just give a subtle compliment and keep walking. Trust me. That woman will be thinking about you the rest of the day.