Drop his fishing pole...

Many years ago a group of us camped in October on the Boise River near Baumgartner hot springs- ankle deep in fall leaves with no amenties, it was a perfect spot to relax and catch some trout.
Roger built a campfire, and he and I were soon fly fishing for rainbows a mere 30 feet from our camp.
After we had caught and released about 5 picture-perfect trout, he turned to his wife Patty seated near the campfire (so close our fly lines nearly snagged her) and asked if she was OK.
She said, "Roger, I'm cold."
Roger dropped his fly rod, took two steps up the bank, and in 20 minutes had Patty's feet up on a log, a heavy blanket over her and a horeshoe fire built around her...
I looked back at her and she had a huge smile on her face. Roger made her warm.

I have worked with teens for 18 years. I demand a code of class from all.
GENTLEMEN will provide for their date at all costs-biting trout be damned.
LADIES will seek a suitor who will "drop his fishing pole for her."
Seek the giving man.
Sheridan students are schooled in these graces. Let's hope that the schooling takes hold...