I just turned 38.
Age has never worried me too much, but my drinking partner dwells on it.
He's been in a relationship for 10 years, so keeps wondering if other girls find him attractive or not, and if he could actually meet new girls if he needed to.
We were out on Friday night (11pm - prime time)and ended up chatting to a couple of 26 year old cosmetic buyers for a department store. The running joke was that we were old and sketchy, and they were young and dumb.
It comes up again in conversation as more than a joke, and one of the girls says:
"You're old; you know how I can tell?"
My friend Blanched.
"Because you can hold a conversation, and you don't keep talking yourself up"
Maybe getting old isn't all bad.