I am 54 years old. Women in the 20s are my daughters age or younger. I can look at them and see that they are attractive. But I am not interested in going there. Give me a 40 or 50 year old with an imagination and a life full of experiences and I'll be far happier.
I suppose there's a marginal difference.
A slim margin.
Having a woman to make me "far happier," is a distant second to having a secure retirement.