For the longest time, I used to see 30 as this big frightening number that one gentleman shouldn't be over if he had any inspiration to insert himself into my pants.
Then, I turned 30 myself. I don't know if it's age, wisdom or my year long drought, but nowadays I have a lot of trouble of sustaining interest in gentlemen under the respectable age of 35. I even express my preference in the ones who are above 40 lately.
I skipped a whole decade of sexual partners availability overnight, or so.
Why? I truly, truly am done with immature boys. I need men now.