I remember back in the day, our daughter came home with a young man we weren't very impressed by. Long scraggly hair, tattoos, earing, scruffy beard.
When I got my daughter alone, I let her know Mrs. Chief and I didn't think he looked like a very nice young man.
"Oh dad," she sighed. "Don't be such an old fuddy duddy. Of course he's a nice guy. I mean, if he wasn't, would he be doing all those community service hours??"