Tempus is figuring, as Grandma used to say. I'm 58. I manage a sort of group home in an Intentional Community (commune) and live with volunteers who are generally between 18 and 24. I view them as co-workers/colleagues/equals, and I think they're just being themselves around me until I see them with others their own age. It used to make me feel weird, but it's probably for the best. VERY few ever just acted like themselves, and I started a relationship with one. 10 years later, she's 30, we have an 8-year-old, and things could not possibly be better. The almost 30 years that separates us does give us a different sense of the passing of time...but not so much as one might think. We talk about time a lot because it's going to bring serious changes into our relationship as I age. I think the sense of the passing of time has a lot to do with what you're doing. When/if your life goes adult...job...kids, etc. time just starts to fly by.