“Oh, how I miss the days of being called young and pretty.”
Me too.
Some years, ago, when I was young and pretty, I was called into HR, who wanted me to make out a complaint against my boss for saying harassing things to me.
The things he said, well, “Whoa, Nelly,” I can’t repeat them here.
But I liked hearing them. For all I know, I might have been the one who started our banter.
HR was not at all happy that I said I had nothing I wanted to complain about.
I love it!