WE all know that chivalry is dead in the West, thanks to the feminists who now run the show. But here in the seemingly more-traditional Philippines, one would think it is still alive and well.
A seasoned expat friend related to me a story about his singular attempt at chivalry, once upon a time when he was still a wet-behind-the-ears noob to the Philippines.
He saw a nicely-dressed young lady running, when she suddenly broke her heel and tripped. Being a gentleman, he rushed over to help her and saw she was in tears; “Oh, thank you! she said, sobbing. I’m on my way to a job interview…what will I do?”
My friend suggested she go to the nearby ukay-ukay store (secondhand clothing, from Goodwill and like charities in the U.S., Australia, and elsewhere) to buy an inexpensive pair of temporary shoes, offering the money to do so.
She declined, saying she didn’t have time as she would be late for her interview. My erstwhile friend thought for a moment, finally solving the quandary by loaning her his slippers–expensive, custom jobs from Davao, which he really liked. He told the girl to take his number, and call him the next day to meet up and return his slippers. And no, he had no ulterior motive to bed her.
The girl accepted his offer amidst profuse “Thank you’s” and promises to call, and off she went to her interview. My buddy went to the mall–barefoot–and bought a new pair of overpriced but decidedly lower-quality slippers.
I think you know where this is going…
Almost seven years later, and he’s still waiting for that phone call.Published in