I am constantly greeted by perplexed faces, screams of "Get out!'' and the occasional person falling off a chair when I tell them my age.

I guess I look younger than my years and I certainly act it.

A lot of my friends (and the boys I date) are younger than me, but is it such a big deal?

It was only recently when I attended my 15-year high school reunion that I realised just how worlds apart my life is from a normal 32-year-old.

Given this, it is probably why so many people react the way they do.

My life is so much fun. It is a regular event for a friend or two to drop over for nibbles and wine and a chat. It's like a scene from the TV show The Secret Life of Us.

When watching that program, I was in a long-term relationship and wondered if anyone really lived like that. Well, I do now.

If I don't have a friend over enjoying some wine, I'm more than likely on the phone or Facebook deconstructing the latest relationship question or hearing a girlfriend's weekend news.

That is, of course, if I'm not out at a gig or dinner or dancing the night away.

My life is a world away from where most of my school friends are. I'm not saying anyone's life is better or worse than the other but I think it needs to be recognised just how different our lives are.

We all do our best to keep in touch and stay close friends, but we are moving in different directions, or maybe the same direction just at different times. Marriage and kids is a path many of us will go down, but you have to make sure the timing is right for you.

As I sit on my couch at 8.30pm, after my hour-long Pilates class, music blaring, cocktail in hand and computer on my lap with a Facebook chat imminent, I wonder what my other 32-year-old friends have been up to tonight.