Age is a state of mind. My wife says I still act like a 12 year old.
Just as long as she's
not a twelve-year-old (beware the Ides of Jerry Lee) you have nothing to fear. The perfect age, in my estimation, was the mid-forties. I speak of my age, not of the times in which we lived (some of us), because we were both young enough to enjoy everything that was going, had the health and stamina to eat it, drink it, probably buy it and go sail in it. Yes!
Today, few of those options remain, but at least at the time the Internet, for me, didn't; had it existed, I may well have wasted many of those other, real opportunities in exchange for an uncomfortable typìst's chair on a stick. Close shave, that!