DEAR HARRIETTE: I have been going out with a nice guy for a few weeks now. I live in Manhattan, and he lives in Queens. On several occasions, we have hung out late. The way I was taught, the man is supposed to make sure that the woman gets home safely.
I know that's old-school, but that's who I am. I asked him to drop me at my door or to send me home in a car. He looked at me like I was nuts. He sa…