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Bring Back The Gentleman With Red Roses

Martin

Sep 6, 2013 — 3 min read

Casanova? Who Me?

You mean I can't sleep with my secretary? C'mon it's the 60's! — You mean I can’t sleep with my secretary? C’mon it’s the 60’s!

I’m not claiming to be any kind of Casanova.

Let’s start there.

But, hey, when I turn on TMN and see some leading man on screen from the golden age of Hollywood, all I can think is, “Goddamn they were doing something right!”

In fact this is often what leads me to realize that I am not, in fact, a Casanova.

I’m not a Bogart, or a Clarke Gable, or a James Dean either.

I know, I know, these guys were just ordinary guys who played roles in movies that made them seem like the epitome of a leading man.

But listen, that being said, I think it’s time to take a look back, and wonder, what would Clark Gable say about our courtship styles if he could see them now?

Times Are a Changing

Obviously a lot has changed since then, I mean, just watch an episode of MadMen and you can see.

There were a hell of a lot of problems with the way men acted in those days of yore.

I’m not suggesting we all go back to calling our secretaries sweet cheeks and drinking whiskey at lunch.

But maybe there’s something to be said about wearing a suit everyday.

I don’t mean down to wall street, or to that meeting you had last week, I mean out to run errands or just meet a few friends for dinner.

[Tweet “Call me a grumpy old man, but everything is so casual nowadays”]

I think us men need to bring back some of that class, that real class, that made the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s such an age of romance.

It’s time for us to figure out what exactly that was and resurrect it, like some kind of Jurassic Park scenario.

Except in this scenario instead of dinosaurs wreaking havoc, there will be well dressed men asking women to dance, and more bartenders serving martinis.

The Fast and The Furious

The last serious girlfriend I had was beautiful.

She was smart and funny, and our whole relationship I was just my regular Joe Shmoe self.

Our first date was at a bar and we both got loaded before cabbing back to our respective apartments.

Sure, we fell in love, but it was fast and easy.

I look back on that whole time and think, “Adam, bro, what if you had sent her just one bouquet of red roses?”

I don’t think it would have made us different people, we wouldn’t have been any more or less compatible, but we might have had more fun.

Romance doesn’t, and in a lot of ways isn’t, a serious thing.

It’s a way for two people to make each other smile, you know? We can’t always be suave, but we can at least be our most charming selves. It just takes a little effort.

So, fellow Gentlemen, let’s go back to being just that, Gentlemen.

I say, bring back the black suit!

Bring back the roses!

Next time I’m falling in love I know I’ll be sending flowers to her door, and pulling my best Cary Grant impression every chance I get (have y’all seen that kiss in Notorious?).

I want to be that guy.

The one who treats his partner to all the fixings of romance and who knows how to order an Old Fashioned instead of the house lager.