I am Dorian Gray

Seriously. Evey time I see a relative whom I have not seen in several years, they ask me why I am not getting any older. My cousin, whom I grew up with; who is 2.5 years older than me, thought she was 8 years older than me... Okay, so she is now the mother of 4 and started popping the little ones at 19, but geez, we were zipping around town together at 14 and 16. Did she think I was 8 then?
Yes, I know I complain about this too much, the whole looking young ting, but it is out of control. I am going to have to start dressing like a 40 year old in order to look 32.
By the way, Germany is nice. More on that when the keyboard is not so screwy.