Seven years ago or so, I was at a party where I was introduced to several other young adults. One of the guys I met was an insurance agent or something. At some point in our conversation, age came up. I asked him how old he was, to which he answered, “34.”
My response, a very unfiltered, “Whoa dude…”
I was 27 then…today is my birthday.
I officially reached the “whoa dude” age…I still act like I’m 12.
