I'm getting my hair cut this morning. The stylist is about the age of my older daughter, and I've been seeing her for years. She is getting her degree in engineering, and only works Sundays. Over the years we've talked politics, personal and everything in between. I toyed with the idea of introducing her to my younger son, but wisely resisted. Now he's with his perfect mate. But I care about this young woman, and I actually think she's an artist. She arranged my younger daughter's hair for her recent wedding. It looked beautiful.
Etiquette for these situations is touchy. But we're comfortable now. Sometimes we are quiet, and other days we chat away. She often gives me advice about nutrition because her sister is a nutritionist. I've watched her suffer with a flaky boyfriend, have trouble selling a house, and finally resolve to put herself through a new degree so she can have a stable, secure profession. I don't think she's had any help along the way. I've witnessed her growing up and becoming assertive about her own needs. I don't say that in any superior way. I also have done some late growing up and have more to do even at my advanced age.
This is friendly speech, but without any strings at all. We enjoy seeing each other then forget about each other in between. But we're on each other's radar, and that's a nice feeling.
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