Back before I was married the second/final time 14 years ago, I had worked up a complicated formula involving a mans age, his girlfriends age, and the age of the Scotch he drank. Without showing my work (remember that from math class?) here is the gist of it: When you are young and just starting out, you are poor so your Scotch is young too. Upside is the girlfriend is also young. As you age, you prosper and start drinking older Scotch. But if you work it right, the girlfriend remains young. At some point, your age has continued to climb, but now your Scotch is older than your girlfriend. This theory crystalized when I turned 40 and my girlfriend at the time wanted to go to Vegas to throw a big party. At that point I realized she was only 20 and half my age, and thus could not get into the casinos. I understood my life was getting absurd at that point, so I started to date her room mate who was much older, like 23. Hey, baby steps!