“I’m captivated by the color of your shirt,” a young man said to my adult daughter as she and I walked by him and his friends.

It was a summer evening, and my youngest was in town, accompanying me for a stroll. At age 27, my daughter is a beautiful, confident young woman. She was only in town for a few more days, so we were making the most of a summer evening with great conversation and some exercise.

That’s when our paths crossed this young man’s. He was visiting one of our neighbors and seemed immediately drawn to my youngest. Tall, dark and handsome – at least that’s how I would describe him – the young man followed his initial comment by asking my daughter’s name and introducing himself. They exchanged pleasantries, and we continued our walk. The interaction led my daughter and I to

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