Apparently it would be rude to ask a lady her age.
Without a label
I am the age you think I am,
I am an age I am,
Only can’t decide myself the age,
A label for madam.
The age from eyes that see,
Or what she wants to be?
Each moment brings the age she is,
For this madam’s age free.
If you ask me this question, most times I am totally willing to tell you, so beware of that. If you want to be a part of my life, if I want to be a part of yours, then we have to communicate what’s going on in there (Bexy points mentally to her head). That’s how interpersonal relationships and support structures are made, kept and developed. Thing is, it takes more than one person to communicate effectively, it takes at least two:
Most of all it takes both sides
to swap roles