Is Chivalry Dead?

Or am I just becoming too self-sufficient to accept it?

I haven't lived at home for over 10 years... and I've had my own place for over five years.

If my toilet stops working, I fix it.
When my headlight goes out, I change it.
The mornings my car wont start, I jump it.
I lose something down the sink, I retrieve it.
Arms full and need a door opened, I use my feet.

And sometimes when I'm out and a guy doesn't hold the door, or cuts me off, or is just plain rude, I wonder if chivalry is dead...

But then I think maybe they would have treated me differently, given half a chance, but I was too focused on doing it myself.

There are still the guys who reach for the door, and our hands collide in mid-air. As I pull my hand back, I'm grateful... and a little ashamed... and I chalk one up for them on the side of chivalry lives on.