As the two young women came closer I could hear one telling the other about some man who had hit on her, or some such thing. Asked by her friend what the man looked like, she was about to try to describe him when I came into view. Instead of speaking, she nodded my way, indicating the man looked like me. “Like that,” she explained. “You know, one of the ‘happier older guys’.”
(…maybe she said “hipper”).