I’m 44.
According to this post:
03-03-2010, 08:16 PM
Daylate
Guest Join Date: Dec 1999
I’m the WINNER so far! See oldest vote on the poll!
How old are you?
03-02-2010, 04:55 PM
Giles
I will be 68 next month.
To provide one more link to some year/age analysis (that I thought had been linked to directly in the “Old Folks” thread) here’s
THIS IS THE DOPER YEAR/MONTH/DECADE OF BIRTH POLL (ignore all others)
03-13-2010, 11:24 AM
Sampiro
03-19-2010, 10:51 PM
Qin Shi Huangdi
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 303
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From what I’ve been able to locate on Dopers’ ages, I believe that
How old are you?
03-02-2010, 04:55 PM
Giles
Voters: 600
is most reliable and most nearly complete.
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The goal for the current thread is to beat 600 voters! 
I am 42 for another couple of months.
35 for a couple more months…
I’m 43 (for a couple more weeks).
I am not a model. But I am for real, whatever that happens to ean from moment to moment.
Ah, yes. The Charleston. I remember dancing that with Charles Lindbergh and Teddy Roosevelt when the Civil War ended. Remember it well, like it was just yesterday.
50, until the 18th of this month.
Ugh.
If you go by conception date, I am about to turn 51. As it is, I am 50 yrs, 2.9 months.
You’re only as old as you feel. And I feel like shit. I haven’t gotten any smarter, and neither have my jokes improved. Too depressing to reveal my age at this time. So all I’ll say is somewhere past the 40yr point. 
I’m 29.
19 when I joined.
I’m 20, but I’ve been lurking on and off the board under various usernames since I was 13.
And you don’t know enough not to admit this? Be prepared to have to list all of them to TubaDiva.
And, um, my birthday’s in my profile if you really care.
Your best decades are still ahead of you.
I’m 64. When I’m feeling good, it’s just a number.
35 as of a few months ago. Fucking shit pig motherfuckers. I’ve lived on my own since I was 18, but never until now felt like a fucking adult motherfucker asshole piss on the cocksuckers. Want to find a real fucking job, stupid fucking can’t finish damned good dissertation not enough books write it on my own publish as monographs fuckers can’t get enough work fucking piano sucking assmouth get a car fuckers need my teeth fucking cleaned too.
Fuck you. 35.
I tried fucking piano once. The apartment had thin walls and we didn’t want to wake the neighbors.
I turned 50 six days ago. :eek:
So anyway, I’m on a plane from Dallas last night, after yet another interminable trip for work, and I’m sitting next to an older gentleman who’s chatting up pretty much anyone who will acknowledge him. It’s 1st class, so the cabin stewards are working non stop on the prior to take-off beverage, hot towel, in flight beverage, snack, meal, another beverage, and desert routine, so they have to engage the guy. The attendants are cordial enough, but I could tell they were actively attempting to inconspicuously avoid being regaled with yet another story of his life’s exploits.
I learned that my seatmate was a physician, is retired, that he’s had all 26 American Airlines chicken dishes, that his grand kids are the smartest, most wonderful people to ever have been born, that his wife recently had cataract surgery, and that his youngest daughter is probably going to marry someone he’s not particularly fond of.
I guess you know where this is going. The guy was 57 years old. Just seven years older than I, yet he looked old enough to be my dad. I don’t know what the heck that’s about, but that one piece of information gave me kind of a jolt.
I know just what you mean. It’s weird to have spent the first half of my life being told I looked older than I was, only to spend the second half being told I look younger than I am. It’s like I’ve been stuck in a holding pattern in my 30s all this time regardless of my actual age. Now I meet people who are my age, or even a year younger, and look like they should be my parents. I don’t know what has kept my hair from going gray, for one thing. But I don’t dye it and it stays dark.
A conversation that gets repeated every time I meet somebody:
Me: (showing picture) This is my grandson. Isn’t he awesome?
Them: No way! You’re not old enough to have a grandchild!
Me: Believe it.
I waited till today to vote because <stealth brag? kinda?> today is my birthday. Unfortunately, that means that at a newly-minted 31 years of age … I fell into the next bracket up in the poll than I did yesterday. Pbbth.
Incidentally, tomorrow’s “South Park” is about getting old and milestone birthdays. 
I look older in some photos taken of me at 15 than I do in some photos of myself now. Mostly: I SUCKED at applying makeup at that age, and now, I just don’t bother. That fresh-faced look must work for me, I guess.