Age doesn't matter to me anymore. Earlier in my teen years I was very particular that the guy had to be older than me by at least a couple of years. I hated the idea of dating younger men, as I thought, as @Margie says, they would be into bar scenes, and would be wild and have casual flings without any interest in commitment whatsoever. But I had my first heartbreak with a guy who was 3 and a half years my senior. He was responsible, caring, and the one who suggested that we get into a relationship instead of just being "friends". And then he left. Why? Oh he didn't bother to say why. Next thing I hear he had flown off to the US and was living there. The two relationships that I got into after him were all with older men, and all of them resulted in disaster. And then I met this guy, two years my junior, and I've not been happier. Had I known that my initial friendship with him would snowball into something deeper, I'd probably have closed my heart to him, simply out of the aversion I had towards younger men. But thankfully things played out with my interference, and I'm really really happy with life for that. My present boyfriend is not only caring, responsible and really loving, but being closer to my age group or younger for that matter, brings a sort of liveliness into the relationship. I can treat him as a dear friend and not just a partner taking care of me.