You know you're getting old when....

I know I'm getting old when the first thing I look at when I see a cute boy is his left hand.

I need two hands to count all the people I know that are getting married.

I work 8 hours a day and have to worry about saving for college and paying off a car.

I realize he's leaving for 2 years.

Some days I'm marriage hungry.

Other days I have other things in mind.

I've been dating the same guy for a year and a half.

People at work think I'm 25.

I only have 2 years of college left then I start my career.

I read 17 magazine with Kait to learn how to flirt, but then we end up laughing more about "touch me gently".

How did this happen? When did I grow up?