Hey, you.

Yeah, you. I saw you. You and your girlfriend walked out of the restaurant, laughing and smiling, and you got to your car. She walked to her side of the car, and you walked to your side. Did it even occur to you that it might be the right thing to do to open the door for her? Are you too busy worrying if someone broke into your '74 Pinto to consider doing the right thing?

Oh, and you should have seen her face. She was crestfallen. She smiled this weak little smile in response to whatever you were saying, brushed the hair away from her face, and waited for you. You never arrived, in a sense. And you'll probably never get there; you're too lazy to make the trip.

If she leaves you, you'll know why, and I can only hope you wise up.
If she doesn't... shame on both of you.

Man up.