It's All In The Training.
I grew up in the States. My mother is a second-generation immigrant, and I was raised extremely properly.
I can set a proper dinner table and I have to be convinced to even try to cook anything from a mix. I walked with books on my head and did needlepoint to pass the time of a Sunday afternoon.
Our idea of a good time involved Hepburn and Rogers, Grant and Bacall. And I find that the gentlemen who are attracted to me now are the ones who grew up with that style of manners. The women who express desire for me usually think my anachronisms to be quirky, but only a man in his 70's actually understands that I'm flirting when I adjust my pearls or twitch my hem.
I suppose I ought to prepare myself for a May-December romance.