You know generally what you’re going to get from someone by a certain age, because they’ve fully committed to their personalities.
If only I could tell them how many broke, destitute middle-aged guys I’ve slept with, and challenge their ugly stereotypes.
And on the other hand, unless you’re going out with somebody she’s young, I don’t think it’s cause for judgment.
I contend that as long as nobody is being willfully creepy (I see you, guys in Ferrari hats), this kind of limitation is mega lame.
I know many smoking-hot middle-aged people who are emotional teenagers.
But if you’re not into someone because of the arbitrary time in which their parents created them—well, more tasty imperfect flesh for the rest of us.