Age certainly matters to me. Or rather, wisdom, experience and knowledge matter to me. The older you are, the more you accumulate. Sometimes people in their twenties seem much wiser than their years. That’s cool. Sometimes those people who seem so wise for their age turn out to be much older than what they presented themselves as.
I’ve found that women, in particular, seem to like to not admit to their age. They don’t want people to ignore them because they are too old. I guess some women feel like once they pass a certain age, they become invisible. So they don’t want people to know they are past that age, because they don’t want to disappear.
For me, I much prefer they admit to their age because that makes them more attractive to me. I like wisdom, which, while it can be found in the young, is much less likely. If someone presents themselves as young, then they get fewer chances to act stupid with me before I decide they are stupid. An older person gets slightly more chances, but not too many more. Maybe an extra set of bad days to excuse them. But in the end, it doesn’t matter how old you are. If you seem smart, I pay attention; if you act stupid, I’ll write you off after a while.