Breakfast in bed (and humility)

I wonder, is serving a woman breakfast in bed so intimate a gesture that one may deny it of someone who is not roman­ti­cally involved?

I believe in a life of service. I am humble and it is my great personal satis­faction to serve. In my eyes, serving one a meal in the comfort of their bed has no other attach­ments to it than the warmth of my friendship. I would do this for my friends, male or female. I would do this for any of my rela­tives. I do not find it to be an intimate act or gesture, but one of grate­fulness and friend­liness.

It is the same way I would hold the groceries for any females in my life, the same way I would offer to fix a computer or help move furniture; the same way I would offer to help with cooking or cleaning or yard work. It is done out of the goodness in my heart, yet it is twisted into some­thing more.

Besides, if Jesus Christ offered to serve a woman breakfast in bed, would it be an act of intimacy? No, it is an act of service and humility, the same way I see it.

I can under­stand if one is very able to get up and about to do things that it might be an uncom­fortable situ­ation. But with an injury that prevents easy and comfortable mobility, one should feel better about accepting an offer of service, espe­cially from one who is clearly pure of heart. I wonder if it would be different if I were a woman who were serving and not a man.