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I felt butterflies after Clark Gable spoke those words. It's weird; as much as I love romantic comedies and chick flicks, I never would have considered myself a romantic sap. I mean, I don't sit around daydreaming about this kind of stuff. I don't really expect to ever get swept off my feet. But I watched Gone with the Wind for the first time the other day, and I'm still a puddle. I may even be sort of hoping that I find some excitement like this.
Is chivalry really dead? Are there still guys out there like Rhett Butler? Or do we just have to face the facts and accept that the lazy, social media-related attempts at flirting are all we get...and sometimes all we give?