Why do older men date younger women?

For the same reason dogs lick their own balls (hat tip: Lupo) - because they can:

The unpleasant and frustrating truth is that everyone seems to be dating up – in age, that is. So the twentysomething girls are dating thirtysomething men, and the thirtysomething women are dating fortysomething silver foxes, and on it goes. The only girls with a passing interest in twentysomething men are precocious A-levellers who want the street cred of dating an ‘older man’.

“Precocious A-levellers?” Is that a chick code phrase for teenagers? What’s wrong with them? As far as I’m concerned, if she’s cute, eager, and legal, she’s fair game!

It’s only when the twentysomething girls starting hitting the big 30 and realise they’re still years from getting hitched that the tide begins to turn. The endless list of what constitutes Mr Perfect begins to shorten. Suddenly the nice bloke they turned down a while back because he didn’t resemble Mr Big starts to gain appeal.

Such is the result of spending your fertile years chasing alpha dick.

When they manage to concoct a flimsy reason to call, they’re surprised to discover that he’s morphed into a man about town, with the bachelor pad, the suit and the car to match. Suddenly, with the prospect of marriage, babies and country houses on the horizon, our man is in demand. It’s taken him the best part of a decade, but his time has come.

Women hit their sexual market value peak in their late teens/early twenties. Guys don’t get there until their late twenties/early thirties. It’s one of the things God gave us as compensation for not having a uterus.

Of course by now he’s learnt to be wary, and is happily dating an undemanding twentysomething who is content with the odd shopping trip and weekend away. She doesn’t keep asking “Where are we going with our lives?” or getting tearful at weddings and cooing over small children. Instead she asks, “Where are we going this weekend?” or “How about a blow job in the traffic jam?”

Or maybe he prefers her because she has a hotter, tighter body. So sayeth Occam’s Razor.

The truth is that men get better looking, more confident, and better in bed as they age…while most women just get a stiff neck from looking over their shoulder at the brazen young hussies behind them.

For men, aging is the cat’s meow. For women, aging is A cat’s meow.