I'm 44 years old, and I can count the number of truly close friends on less than two hands...most of them being people I've met in my local church over the past five years. And the majority of those people are old enough to be my parents, some even my grandparents. I've been playfully referred to as "the baby" by some of them, since to my knowledge I'm pretty much the only single guy there my age. Everyone else I see is either married, has kids, or both...which makes me feel left out at times. None of the people there are mean-spirited to me at all - I feel nothing but true love and compassion from them. But there's definitely a generational divide, and I'm so into pop culture that when I start talking about the subject a lot of it goes over their heads.
Aside from church, the one friend I really have is a guy I ran into during my college years; his name is Robert. Technically, we first went to junior high school together, but my mind is still so fried by all the uncontrolled emotional chaos and abuse I was suffering from back then, I didn't believe him when he told me. I actually visited another student's house to flip through their yearbook, and sure enough there we both were. I was shocked, and I think I told him at least once, "I wish I could remember you from those times; we might be closer now by comparison."