My wife met me at the cafe the other day, and I made a round of introductions to the newer employees. When we left my wife said, "Those are some very pretty co-workers you have!"
I saw no point in denying this assertion, even as I realized her comment required some reassurance on my part. I swung into action. "They are lovely," I agreed, "but they're also quite young."
I doubt my wife could have look any more shocked if I'd poured coffee on her lap. "That's my point," she said rather icily.
"No no no," I insisted. "You don't understand: they're very young."
My wife just shook her head. If nothing else, I probably reassured her I was too big a doofus to take the Casanova route through my mid-life sillies.