Yep, Pretty Much

By splord -
Except, well, I'm a dude....




You Act Like You Are 31 Years Old



You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

You're responsible, wise, and have enough experience to understand a lot of the world.

You're at the point in your life where you understand yourself pretty well.

You are figuring out what you want... and how to get it!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I got 32. Which, since I'm 36 is pretty close.
July 9, 2008 at 12:38 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh, wait.

I'm 37 now, aren't I? LOL
July 9, 2008 at 12:39 PM
Steve said…
they missed me by 20 i act like im 26 (oh wait i do)
July 9, 2008 at 8:41 PM
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