When do you find yourself quietly thinking, “Yep, I really can’t give this papa-katsu thing up”?

The student I recently made an offer to was clearly wonderful from the moment we met. Her outfit was put together entirely from GU, ZARA, and clothes her mother had bought a quarter of a century ago, but she had an impeccable eye for style. I liked her. The conversation was good, too. Of course, she still lacks life experience, but it was immediately clear that she has strong metacognitive abilities. The fact that she had a strong interest in the humanities but deliberately chose to pursue science was reassuring as well. She even gave me some eye-opening advice about my daughter’s entrance exams. Women like this are great. I can feel myself becoming energized. She is a little too composed for my liking, but I think the experience of “being judged by a young woman” is worth paying for. I want to leave the conceit of “I’m the company president, so I’m the one who decides” inside the office. I’m starting to look forward to seeing how she evaluates me within her papa-katsu strategy. Am I, in fact, a “useful older guy”?