Dun dun DUN.
No, I can't avoid the question forever. (I don't try to avoid it at all, actually, but I don't wear a button that says "I'm older than you!" either.) Yes, I wear a wedding ring. And write things on my peer reviews like, "No calls after 9:30, please." I have visible fine lines and grey hairs. (Although a nice byproduct of our self-absorbed culture is that most people don't notice those.) So it's always only a matter of time before someone asks.
I chuckled a bit and said, "Thirty-two."
Silence. (I wasn't looking at their faces when I told them this, but this was a serious silence. So there's no telling what the expressions on their faces were like.)
Then, "Wow, really? I was thinking, maybe 27."
Awww, how sweet. I like these guys better already. (Although not as much as I would like them if they thought I was 21.)