You would think that there is nothing in the world more embarrassing, not to mention humbling, than taking dating advice from your teen-aged daughters.
Well, there is.
Try taking fashion advice from your teen-aged daughters.
Jessica struck at the kitchen table. “What are you wearing?” she said around a mouthful the chocolate Pop Tart that was her breakfast.
I was peeling an avocado. For my lunch. It was, after all, past noon, but the girls and I are on a very separate dining schedules during the summer. “What am I wearing when?”
“Tonight. With Mr. Keegan. He’s a very young-thinking guy. All his other dates have been twenty-something, so he’s used to fashion-forward women.”
“Are you suggesting I’m not fashion-forward?”
She looked at me with skepticism. To be fair, I was wearing khaki walking shorts with very frayed cuffs and a navy T-shirt that said “Republicans for Voldemort”.