I've always been attracted to women older than me. They're usually more graceful, they know what they want and are more assertive about their desires.
I worked during the school year as a clerk in a grocery store and almost every woman I met was older, but occasionally, I'd have to deliver groceries for some very good-looking married women who would flirt with me and tip very well. Sometimes the women would have us come with them in their car so that we could carry their groceries upstairs -- only to find that they lived on the ground level. We quickly learned what would get us bigger tips.
When I was in high school, I worked as a life guard at a large camp that brought inner-city kids to a camp for 4-6 weeks. I had a good physique from swimming, running, SCUBA and football, and while I worked, there were usually about a half-dozen high-school girls standing within ear shot of my guard-station chair, giggling and flirting, but I didn't want to spend my time chasing girls who didn't know how to kiss or spending time playing "Mirror, mirror on the wall..." There were, however, a dozen or so women who were in college, weren't too shy about expressing themselves. So when it was time to go out for 10-14 days on the Susquehanna River, there were usually two college-age women of the three that would go out with me. It was a good education.
Years later, working as an OR Technician at a major hospital, I was constantly asked to work an extra shift every so many days, and when the OR was sitting idle, I'd go down to the patient floors and help out cleaning, stocking supplies and moving from nursing station to station, either being paged or stopping in to say hello. There were always, per station, one or two single, separated or divorced nurses in the group or a few who, in the parlance of medicine, were "spoken for" but, uh, looking anyway. They young women had a tremendous influence on this young man. I eventually married one of them.
Years later, divorced (I was in the Air Force, but she wasn't...), I went back to college and working as a flight instructor, I met an older, delightful woman 8 years my senior, who was fascinated by flying and almost immediately recognized that I was an excellent instructor. I called her "one-time D" because I never had to explain or demonstrate something more than once, and she clearly impressed me as being very professional in her approach to mastering flight. She was a MD, board certified in gastroenterolgy and gynecology; and going to school at the university I was at to get another degree. She invited me to dinner one evening, and instead of going out, she fixed a meal for me. When I visited her bathroom, I found that I'd used the last of the toilet paper and when I looked in the cabinets for more, I came upon a number of different enema and colon lavage kits -- I hadn't thought about an enema in several years, and wondered... For the next 2 1/2 years, we were student and teacher though I think that I got the better end of the deal.
Years later, I met another woman, 5 years older than me, and I knew that she was the one after we'd been dating for several months. Our we married about 25 years ago.
Songs in praise of the older woman!