This conversation actually took place last week... but I'm just now coming to grips with it and have finally put it past me.  It happened at Starbucks between myself and two of the female baristas there.  Since it was last week... it's not word for word... but it's close enough:

Barista 1:  Hey Nick, we were trying to guess how old you are.
Me:  How old do you think I am?  Just to warn you, nobody gets it right, but that's OK.
Barista 1:  Well I think you're 35, and she (Barista 2) thinks you're 38.
Me:  *blink*
Barista 2:  Why, how old are you?
Me:  *blink*  You think I'm 38?
Barista 2:  Oh shit... I wasn't even close?
Me:  I'm 28
Barista 1:  No way!

I fully realize that there is something about me that makes me seem older than I am.  Whether it's my face or my personality... I don't know what it is, but there must be something.  Nobody ever guesses that I'm in my upper 20's, and everyone always guesses in the 30's.  But usually it's in the area of 32 or 33.  I'm OK with that.  But thirty eight?!

Sigh