Exploring Notions of Chivalry

Is my arm broken? Is my hand wilted? Are my eyes working? Possibly I should take one moment to check. That’s right, similarly as I thought, everything is working appropriately. Which carries me to the current inquiry – for what reason must folks keep on demanding opening the entryway for me? I am consummately fit for opening an entryway. Sure their arms might be longer than my arms and maybe a touch more grounded. Be that as it may, in all honesty, I handle the entryway opening procedure very well without testosterone.