Medieval Baebe

It's my birthday, I'm a medieval baebe, it's my birthday. Yeah. I'm 29 again, yes, I'm just always 29 these days, no matter what year it is. It's my press age - y'know, my fake age. Well I hardly see why I should be telling all and sundry my real age? Or.. is it better to say one is much older than one truly is, and then reap the compliments for looking younger? Hmmm....