I am incurable romantic. I live in a world of my own.  I live in the turn of the 20th century where ladies are ladies and gentlemen are gentlemen and ladies worn dresses, skirts, and beautiful lace blouses and pearls. Gentlemen did not think of *** until they married the girl.  The gentlemen gives flowers to their ladies and they sit on their parent's swing.
They take walks around the block during autumn , summer and spring.

Gone all the days of the incurable romantics, gone all the days of the morals and values, because society is in such decay it is sorry to see it  go down hill.