He hasn't really confided in me whether this milestone and the start of a new decade of his life bothers him, but it did serve to remind me that I am 33.
Yes, I'm the Older Woman. Cradle-snatcher. Cougar. Ha!
Which doesn't really bother me at all. It's never been an issue really, except for when that measley 3-year age gap means he can't remember things like Fraggle Rock or I have no cultural reference for kids tv of the early 90s. Or I remember that my little brother is older than him.
What other people think of it I have no idea. Perhaps I have been lucky in that friends and family have offered no unsolicited opinion!
Are you the eldest in your relationship? At what point does the gap become odd or creepy?