Yes, thank you, I do look cute in these clothes / these clothes look cute on me. I do seem to be rocking it today, trapped along with you, by delays. I've gotten a lot of compliments. I'll give you a pass for "And I'm old enough so it's okay for me to say that." Whatevs, old boy. I know this feminism thing has been disorienting for you. When you sneak up a little later and put a hand on my shoulder while asking whether I'm still here (I am), I am vexed. When you swing by the third time to ask whether I have internet, tell me you'll "stop harassing" me now, and then do this complicated arm-grab hand-squeeze back-pat thing, I am grossed out. But I have already told you to have a nice day.
You've already put a damper on mine.