a man that is gentle. This is the man that opens a woman’s door and allows her to go first. A gentleman dresses in a suit or a tuxedo and brings roses to his wife.
Peggy G.
“He was a perfect gentleman!”
Elizaveth scoffed, “You say that like it’s a GOOD thing,” she protested, “‘That beast is far too wild for you, my lady’. ‘Surely you don’t understand the issues at hand, my lady’. ‘Allow me to assist you, my lady’. Bah!”
“Would you rather have to do everything yourself?”
“If that’s what it took for people to stop assuming I’m incapable of lifting something as heavy as an OPINION, then yes, I would. And gladly, too.”
Besides, he was nothing if not a gentleman. How could he not oblige such a reasonable request from such a beautiful lady. Later, he would wonder how much was his own reasoning making this decision, and how much was the celestial influence of her feminine wiles, but mostly he just laughed, thinking back.
face
A gentleman is just that. He is gentle. Subtle. He has manners. An open door, a pulled out chair, escort down the street. He does not shout. He is strong.
Abby
The gentleman was well dressed. Not a crack in his gaberdine armor. He walked down the street, perfectly composed, seemingly oblivious to the recent rainfall. He was so well composed that a pigeon crapping on his head couldn’t stop him.
he was always a gentleman; gentle man, i’ve heard it’s really from the word”gentry”; gentlemen still abed.
generous man. do not go gently into that good night.
man he was gentle
yes
he was gentle to women children dogs
he was always quietly arrayed.
dachshund gentle to it
dandie dinmont gentle to it
sabrina
He was quite a portly gentleman. A man of tall stature, that did not serve to benefit his extra poundage whatsoever. His moustache was the color of Indian ink, and curled at the ends.
E.L.
I-I-I I’m a, I-I-I I’m a
I-I-I I’m a, mother-father-gentleman
A gentleman may be a thing of the past, for sure it must have a different meaning than it did in my grandmothers youth. They are still there, instead of pulling the chair out for you they respect the decision to wait on a family for your career and love you even when you’re hormonal which would have been cast aside in my grandmother’s day.
There was a gentleman, a hopeless romantic. He went to the same cafe every friday and every friday there she was. Long dark hair, burgundy lips, book in hand. Itd been a year and still he couldnt work up the courage to talk to her, but today was different. Today started the rest of their lives.
lauren marie
If you were a gentleman, you would’ve left when I asked you to stay. You would have said goodbye to me, as you flashed a photo of your wife and children. Of course, you aren’t. That’s why I like you. That’s why I love you. I don’t deserve a gentleman, and you don’t deserve a lady. Our wedding rings match with other people, but our hearts match with each other. I’ll never mind if you cheat on me, and you know I have other lovers.
Ivy
Today I interviewed a medical school candidate. I asked him a question I like to ask often: what values or rules do you live by? He paused for a second before siting the creed of his fraternity, called “The Gentleman’s Code,” which he tries to live by and adhere to.
Sarah
I love a nice gentleman who holds the door for me and asks me if I’d lke help with my groceries. I also appreciate any man, young or old, who is nice enough to say hello. If they say hello they are leeting you know they see you and wnat
Kylie Loeffelholz
“He is NOT a gentleman!”
Daisy and Doreen looked up, and Kendall thought them fishlike with their mouths hanging open, forks raised towards mouths.
“What?” said one.
The words split through Kendall, like fire: “Jason Lastname is not a gentleman.” She said this low and close to Daisy’s face. Just before Kendall turned and strode away, she saw Daisy reach up to wipe a fleck of spit from her cheek.
his eyes narrowed. called me a bitch. dont i appreciate his efforts and kindness? typical
m
curtains! The 1930s era criminal yelled as he was foiled again by the police, after trying to smuggle whiskey into the city in Prohibition-era Chicago. This was no ordinary run-of-the-mill criminal though…
Charles Park
He was the most handsome man in the room. He would smile with his eyes and laugh with his whole body. He would compliment all the ladies and shake hands with all the guys. He was georgeous. He was a true gentleman.
Clara Mm
let’s not have a scene, eh?
i just cleaned the floor and jesus christ
gentle, eh?
i think the way a man walks
is fucking stupid.
and there is a speck on the floor that i’d rather be looking at.
He had the look down: refined and classy, not a line out of place on that clothing … nor on that body. Perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfectly acceptable meaningless responses in polite conversation that meant nothing and went nowhere.
On the outside, he had it all together. On the outside, he was a perfect gentleman.
On the inside he was a monster.
And there he was—standing there…my friend of 11 years. A smile on his face and a smile on mine. Two friends who could simply laugh together and talk as if they saw each other every day. It was so natural. He was always a gentleman and she always felt as if he just understood when she needed him most. Their friendship could not be tested by anything or anyone—it’s wonderful knowing that.
Theresa
The gentleman feigned a disposition betraying both his purported gentleness and manhood. One perceiving eye, in fact, could discern beneath the trappings of gentlemanliness a rogue, brutal beast.
kr
You sir, are a gentleman and a scholar!
You are too kind, sir! You are the gentleman, and the scholar!
Bah! I am but a simple laborer in the full accounting of things. It is you who are to be esteemed!
No, no, no! You are too modest friend. I am just a humble servant of my fellow man. You are the one who should be honored!
Pish posh, it should be you!
No, I must insist, it is you!
Not so good sir, not me, but you!
Ahh, but I surely you can see that it is you!
No, no, you!
No, you!
You!
YOU!
NO! YOU! GODDAMNIT YOU!
YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! YOU!
BLAST YOUR INSANITY, YOU MADMAN! IT’S YOU!
ARE YOU OFF YOUR BLOODY ROCKER YOU SYPHILITIC BUFFOON?! IT IS YOU!
YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE SUBSISTED ON MERCURY AND LIES WHILST YOU WERE IN THE WOMB, FOR THAT IS THE ONLY REASON WHY I CAN FATHOM YOU TO BE SO THOROUGHLY DEMENTED AS TO THINK THAT IT IS NOT YOU!
IF YOU WERE NOT THE CONSUMMATE GENTLEMAN THAT YOU ARE I SHOULD HAVE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM FOR THE SENSELESS IDIOCY WITH WHICH YOU NOW COMPORT YOURSELF!
YOU FILCHING, FACETIOUS, FLATULENT, FU–
Ahem, pardon me gentlemen, but might a good lady such as myself importune you as to whether I must use this trolley to reach the apothecary’s street or take another?
Why, yes madam, stay on this car for two more stops and it shall deposit you right upon its corner.
I adjust my coat, peering at myself in the mirror as if I were the one person on the hiking trail who had bright pink hair. It has been so long since I’ve had to act the gentleman, I’m not entirely sure that I can do it any more, and waves of nervousness were rolling in my belly in a way they never had before. At least, not when I was wearing a suit – I recognised it as the way I had felt when I had first had to start letting go. The pains of adjustment.
Although, to be honest, I’m still tempted to just say ‘f–k it’ and wear a skirt. A bright orange one. See what they think of that, eh?
He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. His suit was perfectly tailored and fit his slim body perfectly. He would never use any sort of profanity and treated everyone with utter respect. Despite being well-liked, everyone knew him as the gentleman and nothing more. Women loved him but never knew him. No one knew him.
are there any gentleman left in this place? I hear about them. They must be some urban legend. But i hold on to that dream like an old memory. I just know they have to be real. Not some mythical creature or made up creation. I’ll find one and catch it and hold it close. I’ll catch myself a gentleman.
kayla
What a gentleman. He held the door for me. He bought me roses. I couldn’t repay him. Is my life a fantasy right now? I can’t believe he actually exists. All the other men I dated are pigs. They only want one thing, a thing this one didn’t even ask for yet.
Gentleman are boys and some times hardheaded they can sometimes be cute and annoying there are many different gentlemans around the world cute ones ugly only ones and mean ones so that’s how gentleman act around some people and the spank their kids or wife which is called child abuse or wife abuse I think the end
SAMERIA
“You could be the perfect gentleman, the perfect father, but if she accuses you of abuse, it will be almost certainly accepted as a fact. That’s why we have to be so careful. it’s a funny thing to say, but you have to try not to tick her off. And hope she doesn’t think of that by herself.” Ohara could see he was wearing Dave down, so decided to give it a rest for the day. “We’ll be seeing your lawyer again tomorrow, let’s bring him up to date on developments and see how he wants to proceed. In the meantime, get some rest. And stay away from gaijin bars; all you’ll get there is bad advice.”
tonykeyesjapan
he called himself a gentleman. i thought it was ironic at first–you know, twenty-first century jokes, trying to have throwback to the gothic era. he was like that. i mean, he was weird at times, and he got too feely with his hands, especially near the end, but i thought that was just a part of him, like the cruel jokes he made to all the girls in my grade.
i didn’t get it when raina told me what he did to marta. i didn’t get why he would do it to her. i didn’t get it when raina told me about what he did to luci, and tia, and marybeth. because he was a gentleman.
a man who is gentle and whos soft like my brother lol and my sister but shes a girls so theres your problem
Shane Novak
Do you like the song gentleman?
tyler
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve met a proper one of these; I suppose I loved one, once, but squandered the opportunity looking for greener grass. It’s been a bad habit of mine for a while, in retrospect. Old habits die hard. I certainly wouldn’t be a gentleman if I were a boy.
There sat the lonely gentleman, with his crumpled hat in his hands, his chin lifted so that his beard pointed toward his assumed heavens. His eyes were hidden behind very, very thick glasses, and even the lens seemed glazed with a personal fog that he could not shrug off his visage.
I tried to sit beside him, but it was as if the wind pushed me away from the bench. It made me wonder if the lonely stranger, in the end, was meant to be abandoned all along.
Belinda Roddie
A gentleman is someone who is a gentleman. Funny, it’s in the word, but it has a deeper meaning, so deep, that no gentleman will truly understand the word. It’s not just a word, it’s a concept. A way of being. An attribute you are born with. One can try as much as they want, but true gentlemen, are gentlemen at heart.
Sophie
sure he was being a gentleman but she couldn’t help but think that he was the first new friend she had made and she didn’t want to ruin that. it seemed like you couldn’t let anyone be nice to you without them expecting to be more in return. but he seemed to be ok with the arrangement so far.
Wufan had always been a gentlemen, bringing me out on dates and buying me everything I wanted, even with a quick glimpse of aegyo and some Gucci would be on my fingertips.
The gentleman across the table argued with me about the relevance of such an exercise. He stared at me expressionless until I turned away out of frustration.
He was the perfect gentleman: opening doors, pulling out chairs. So why did the ultimate question leave a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was as if she had swallowed a boulder. The arm around her waist and his lips in her hair made her want to pull away but she knew that this would be her life from now. And as much as she had been brought up to believe this is what she wanted, it scared her to think that it really wasn’t.
don’t exist. it’s all a lie, the only real gentleman are in novels. maybe it’s because of my neglection issues that i don’t believe in them. I refer to ”them” as though they are some sort of myth…mystery.
a man that is gentle. This is the man that opens a woman’s door and allows her to go first. A gentleman dresses in a suit or a tuxedo and brings roses to his wife.
“He was a perfect gentleman!”
Elizaveth scoffed, “You say that like it’s a GOOD thing,” she protested, “‘That beast is far too wild for you, my lady’. ‘Surely you don’t understand the issues at hand, my lady’. ‘Allow me to assist you, my lady’. Bah!”
“Would you rather have to do everything yourself?”
“If that’s what it took for people to stop assuming I’m incapable of lifting something as heavy as an OPINION, then yes, I would. And gladly, too.”
Besides, he was nothing if not a gentleman. How could he not oblige such a reasonable request from such a beautiful lady. Later, he would wonder how much was his own reasoning making this decision, and how much was the celestial influence of her feminine wiles, but mostly he just laughed, thinking back.
A gentleman is just that. He is gentle. Subtle. He has manners. An open door, a pulled out chair, escort down the street. He does not shout. He is strong.
The gentleman was well dressed. Not a crack in his gaberdine armor. He walked down the street, perfectly composed, seemingly oblivious to the recent rainfall. He was so well composed that a pigeon crapping on his head couldn’t stop him.
no comment
he was always a gentleman; gentle man, i’ve heard it’s really from the word”gentry”; gentlemen still abed.
generous man. do not go gently into that good night.
man he was gentle
yes
he was gentle to women children dogs
he was always quietly arrayed.
dachshund gentle to it
dandie dinmont gentle to it
He was quite a portly gentleman. A man of tall stature, that did not serve to benefit his extra poundage whatsoever. His moustache was the color of Indian ink, and curled at the ends.
I-I-I I’m a, I-I-I I’m a
I-I-I I’m a, mother-father-gentleman
A gentleman may be a thing of the past, for sure it must have a different meaning than it did in my grandmothers youth. They are still there, instead of pulling the chair out for you they respect the decision to wait on a family for your career and love you even when you’re hormonal which would have been cast aside in my grandmother’s day.
There was a gentleman, a hopeless romantic. He went to the same cafe every friday and every friday there she was. Long dark hair, burgundy lips, book in hand. Itd been a year and still he couldnt work up the courage to talk to her, but today was different. Today started the rest of their lives.
If you were a gentleman, you would’ve left when I asked you to stay. You would have said goodbye to me, as you flashed a photo of your wife and children. Of course, you aren’t. That’s why I like you. That’s why I love you. I don’t deserve a gentleman, and you don’t deserve a lady. Our wedding rings match with other people, but our hearts match with each other. I’ll never mind if you cheat on me, and you know I have other lovers.
Today I interviewed a medical school candidate. I asked him a question I like to ask often: what values or rules do you live by? He paused for a second before siting the creed of his fraternity, called “The Gentleman’s Code,” which he tries to live by and adhere to.
I love a nice gentleman who holds the door for me and asks me if I’d lke help with my groceries. I also appreciate any man, young or old, who is nice enough to say hello. If they say hello they are leeting you know they see you and wnat
“He is NOT a gentleman!”
Daisy and Doreen looked up, and Kendall thought them fishlike with their mouths hanging open, forks raised towards mouths.
“What?” said one.
The words split through Kendall, like fire: “Jason Lastname is not a gentleman.” She said this low and close to Daisy’s face. Just before Kendall turned and strode away, she saw Daisy reach up to wipe a fleck of spit from her cheek.
his eyes narrowed. called me a bitch. dont i appreciate his efforts and kindness? typical
curtains! The 1930s era criminal yelled as he was foiled again by the police, after trying to smuggle whiskey into the city in Prohibition-era Chicago. This was no ordinary run-of-the-mill criminal though…
He was the most handsome man in the room. He would smile with his eyes and laugh with his whole body. He would compliment all the ladies and shake hands with all the guys. He was georgeous. He was a true gentleman.
let’s not have a scene, eh?
i just cleaned the floor and jesus christ
gentle, eh?
i think the way a man walks
is fucking stupid.
and there is a speck on the floor that i’d rather be looking at.
He had the look down: refined and classy, not a line out of place on that clothing … nor on that body. Perfect smile, perfect laugh, perfectly acceptable meaningless responses in polite conversation that meant nothing and went nowhere.
On the outside, he had it all together. On the outside, he was a perfect gentleman.
On the inside he was a monster.
And there he was—standing there…my friend of 11 years. A smile on his face and a smile on mine. Two friends who could simply laugh together and talk as if they saw each other every day. It was so natural. He was always a gentleman and she always felt as if he just understood when she needed him most. Their friendship could not be tested by anything or anyone—it’s wonderful knowing that.
The gentleman feigned a disposition betraying both his purported gentleness and manhood. One perceiving eye, in fact, could discern beneath the trappings of gentlemanliness a rogue, brutal beast.
You sir, are a gentleman and a scholar!
You are too kind, sir! You are the gentleman, and the scholar!
Bah! I am but a simple laborer in the full accounting of things. It is you who are to be esteemed!
No, no, no! You are too modest friend. I am just a humble servant of my fellow man. You are the one who should be honored!
Pish posh, it should be you!
No, I must insist, it is you!
Not so good sir, not me, but you!
Ahh, but I surely you can see that it is you!
No, no, you!
No, you!
You!
YOU!
NO! YOU! GODDAMNIT YOU!
YOU ABSOLUTE FOOL! YOU!
BLAST YOUR INSANITY, YOU MADMAN! IT’S YOU!
ARE YOU OFF YOUR BLOODY ROCKER YOU SYPHILITIC BUFFOON?! IT IS YOU!
YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE SUBSISTED ON MERCURY AND LIES WHILST YOU WERE IN THE WOMB, FOR THAT IS THE ONLY REASON WHY I CAN FATHOM YOU TO BE SO THOROUGHLY DEMENTED AS TO THINK THAT IT IS NOT YOU!
IF YOU WERE NOT THE CONSUMMATE GENTLEMAN THAT YOU ARE I SHOULD HAVE TO HAVE YOU COMMITTED TO AN ASYLUM FOR THE SENSELESS IDIOCY WITH WHICH YOU NOW COMPORT YOURSELF!
YOU FILCHING, FACETIOUS, FLATULENT, FU–
Ahem, pardon me gentlemen, but might a good lady such as myself importune you as to whether I must use this trolley to reach the apothecary’s street or take another?
Why, yes madam, stay on this car for two more stops and it shall deposit you right upon its corner.
I adjust my coat, peering at myself in the mirror as if I were the one person on the hiking trail who had bright pink hair. It has been so long since I’ve had to act the gentleman, I’m not entirely sure that I can do it any more, and waves of nervousness were rolling in my belly in a way they never had before. At least, not when I was wearing a suit – I recognised it as the way I had felt when I had first had to start letting go. The pains of adjustment.
Although, to be honest, I’m still tempted to just say ‘f–k it’ and wear a skirt. A bright orange one. See what they think of that, eh?
He was a gentleman in every sense of the word. His suit was perfectly tailored and fit his slim body perfectly. He would never use any sort of profanity and treated everyone with utter respect. Despite being well-liked, everyone knew him as the gentleman and nothing more. Women loved him but never knew him. No one knew him.
are there any gentleman left in this place? I hear about them. They must be some urban legend. But i hold on to that dream like an old memory. I just know they have to be real. Not some mythical creature or made up creation. I’ll find one and catch it and hold it close. I’ll catch myself a gentleman.
What a gentleman. He held the door for me. He bought me roses. I couldn’t repay him. Is my life a fantasy right now? I can’t believe he actually exists. All the other men I dated are pigs. They only want one thing, a thing this one didn’t even ask for yet.
Gentleman are boys and some times hardheaded they can sometimes be cute and annoying there are many different gentlemans around the world cute ones ugly only ones and mean ones so that’s how gentleman act around some people and the spank their kids or wife which is called child abuse or wife abuse I think the end
“You could be the perfect gentleman, the perfect father, but if she accuses you of abuse, it will be almost certainly accepted as a fact. That’s why we have to be so careful. it’s a funny thing to say, but you have to try not to tick her off. And hope she doesn’t think of that by herself.” Ohara could see he was wearing Dave down, so decided to give it a rest for the day. “We’ll be seeing your lawyer again tomorrow, let’s bring him up to date on developments and see how he wants to proceed. In the meantime, get some rest. And stay away from gaijin bars; all you’ll get there is bad advice.”
he called himself a gentleman. i thought it was ironic at first–you know, twenty-first century jokes, trying to have throwback to the gothic era. he was like that. i mean, he was weird at times, and he got too feely with his hands, especially near the end, but i thought that was just a part of him, like the cruel jokes he made to all the girls in my grade.
i didn’t get it when raina told me what he did to marta. i didn’t get why he would do it to her. i didn’t get it when raina told me about what he did to luci, and tia, and marybeth. because he was a gentleman.
a man who is gentle and whos soft like my brother lol and my sister but shes a girls so theres your problem
Do you like the song gentleman?
I guess it’s been a while since I’ve met a proper one of these; I suppose I loved one, once, but squandered the opportunity looking for greener grass. It’s been a bad habit of mine for a while, in retrospect. Old habits die hard. I certainly wouldn’t be a gentleman if I were a boy.
There sat the lonely gentleman, with his crumpled hat in his hands, his chin lifted so that his beard pointed toward his assumed heavens. His eyes were hidden behind very, very thick glasses, and even the lens seemed glazed with a personal fog that he could not shrug off his visage.
I tried to sit beside him, but it was as if the wind pushed me away from the bench. It made me wonder if the lonely stranger, in the end, was meant to be abandoned all along.
A gentleman is someone who is a gentleman. Funny, it’s in the word, but it has a deeper meaning, so deep, that no gentleman will truly understand the word. It’s not just a word, it’s a concept. A way of being. An attribute you are born with. One can try as much as they want, but true gentlemen, are gentlemen at heart.
sure he was being a gentleman but she couldn’t help but think that he was the first new friend she had made and she didn’t want to ruin that. it seemed like you couldn’t let anyone be nice to you without them expecting to be more in return. but he seemed to be ok with the arrangement so far.
Wufan had always been a gentlemen, bringing me out on dates and buying me everything I wanted, even with a quick glimpse of aegyo and some Gucci would be on my fingertips.
The gentleman across the table argued with me about the relevance of such an exercise. He stared at me expressionless until I turned away out of frustration.
He was the perfect gentleman: opening doors, pulling out chairs. So why did the ultimate question leave a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was as if she had swallowed a boulder. The arm around her waist and his lips in her hair made her want to pull away but she knew that this would be her life from now. And as much as she had been brought up to believe this is what she wanted, it scared her to think that it really wasn’t.
don’t exist. it’s all a lie, the only real gentleman are in novels. maybe it’s because of my neglection issues that i don’t believe in them. I refer to ”them” as though they are some sort of myth…mystery.