Before you decide to date someone, ask yourself if you'd let me date them. Is he good enough for your sister? Fine, then, go ahead. If not, onto the next one. I mean, people fall in love with you in line at the grocery store. I think it's safe to say there will always be fish in the sea, little sister.
Why do we start to hate our birthdays in our late 20s? The answer might seem obvious. We're not satisfied with we're careers, we still haven't found the love of our life, we haven't lost those few extra pounds we swore would be gone by now... But has it always been that way? Did our parents feel an impending sense of doom come their 27th birthday?