The ape that squished

It was an average day out+in for S and moi (whining..food..chick sitcom...wild discussions..lame jokes and sugarfree blueberry cheesecake+water)...When we're casually strolling along the more posh of Delhi markets and laughing at year old jokes and random remarks..Now S is one of the few people of my acquaintance who does more than just tolerate my fascination for book stores (and parchment(y) smell of the old books..sadly you rarely find the musty dust infested ones nowdays...more like your coffee and hardbound 'pretty' type), she shares it and as we both eagerly reached for the thin glass door that seperated us from what we both desired (the joy of rummaging through chick-lits and joyfully comparing notes and sharing opinions on the stuff we would never buy)...when out of nowhere this white hand pops up and like the miracle that it was, opened the door for us (me me me me me first!) and allowed us to enter first (though white hand plus body was there before yours truly plus friend).....ahh call me swooning and you wont exaggerate....it wasnt just chivalry or the polite duty of a doorman...that tiny gesture spoke volumes bout the f-w-m-m-s-a-b-s (firang who made me simle and beam secretly)....ohlalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaa....all that feminism and construction of patriarchal gestures flew out of the window like a squishy banana thats been stepped on by a 500 kg ape (dont ask)...
all i could do was stop myself from taking a twirl right that very second...now, it wasnt just about 'ah lemme be nice to cute girls' or 'lets help out girls who are too weak to open a door'..it was sweet and considerate and probably done out of a reflexive sense of being cultured......ahhh...
love love love love love
now i have nothing (majorly) against Indian guys, but even when (some) of my male friends do indulge in the random act of chivalry its with the INTENT of chivalry pasted all over their face (read SMUG)..like, im gonna do this to 'impress the chicks' feel...Unfortunately, the only reflex present in em' is to probably not scratch themselves in public (at least thats the intention)...
When can men start to look at women with that air of 'ah this is a rosebud that i must adore, revere, respect, cherish and never take for granted'...or am i asking for too much?
Frankly, that gesture was amazing and S and i, both, could have caught hold of his lapels (if he had any) and hopped behind him for eternity (alrigh, slight exaggeration)...but it was perfect...
when i articulate ALL of the MASSIVE expectations i have from men ..the truth simply is that all it takes is one action that feels 'right'....and all that clear thinking ambitious logic flies outta the window, like you guessed it...the squishy banana thats been stepped on by a 500 kg ape. :)