it won't get worse than 25

me: well, i am almost 30, dear. i am getting old.
he: i'm 25.
me: oh my, 25 is so young.
pause.
me: but you know, 25 is a big year. that's when relationships start to get serious.
he: don't tell me!
giggle.
he: so, you must be in a long-term relationship by now.
me: no, i am not. why?
he: aren't you starting to worry?!
giggle.giggle.laugh.cough.
me: ok, i'm back, sorry. what did you just say?

listening to Console's My Dog Eats Beats, which he used to have on repeat for days and which i totally hated back then but which is now one of my favourites, together at the same time was almost as good as the terrified sound of his voice.
I love it when my ex-room-mate calls me.