There is a person in my life whom I have known for many, many years. He (he does go by he) is someone who has always been at family holidays, dinners, things like that. He’s a very, very nice person, and we get along well. He’s from the generation before me, and I’m Gen X. Recently, he started showing up at dinner with fingernails painted a very eye-catching shade of metallic blue, a very nice pair of earrings, and a silk scarf. I will call him Rob, although that isn’t his name.