In a perfect world going out with such women would present no problems for me. When I tried to get with the young women at this one coffee shop I patronize during the years 2009-2011, I came up empty and then some. A lot of them tried to retaliate with mean rejection games, because, I guess, they viewed my overtures towards them as a type of harassment. It's not as if I've gotten ten years YOUNGER since then, either. In 2016, a young woman, I'll say early thirties, who managed a shift at a pizza place invited me to drink with her at her favorite tavern. I told her I didn't drink, and we never went out. But, she broached the subject, which I have ZERO problem with.
When I invited that young woman who works at that one business I patronize to my comic book sale late last October, I really counted that as an exception. Understand, I had (probably still have, but maybe I'm coming out of it) an almost morbid fixation on her dating back to, I suppose, the Summer of 2019. So, finally taking matters into my own hands and approaching her for social reasons almost THREE YEARS after she initiated her (pretty minor, but she's VERY attractive) flirtations represented a real raising of the bar for what it would take for me to approach a much younger employee of a business I patronize.
So, on the one hand, I really, really do have an attraction to MUCH younger women, but I think I'm willing to let just about anyone I can think of off-hand go out with the tide. The whole notion of just letting opportunities with women in general just slip through my fingers really appeals to me, especially as that notion governed my behavior towards that young woman I wound up approaching last October. I texted a friend of mine last week that I don't wreck myself on women anymore, and I think the way I'm just willing to let all of that go just because I say so, dammit, accounts for a big reason why I don't wreck myself on women anymore.