One thing you definitely should not be doing in your late twenties is staring at a pic on your phone and thinking this is all still rather new and exciting.
Teens, yes. Twenties, no.
I’m doing it anyway. I’m loving the hell out of it.
Who cares, really, who cares what age you start, or what age a romantic schmuck with a phone in her hand’s supposed to be.
I want to feel like this when I’m eighty too.
Happily, octogenarians date. There is hope.