I love men

I love them from all walks of life, age, and shapes (omitting jerks).
The ones in their twilight years have etched on their faces maps of their wars, triumphs, and defeats. Their eyes may reflect vaults of wisdom, and sometimes acute loneliness. Sometimes resorting to childlike dependence, as their once vigorous bodies fall prey to the ravages of time and crippling ailments.

Men in their 50's + are in their prime. The most interesting. They know who they are, most are self-assured, more tolerant, and perhaps have mellowed out some of their edge. Not as abrasive, and attached to the maxim of dog-eat-dog mentality needed to thrive, survive, an conquer in today's business.

John suggested I include: "becoming less tolerant of stupid shit should be in there too." There you go.
At this stage, those who have the means and the aptitude, may also wish to give back at large, by affiliating to worthy philanthropic causes.
Last but not least, they are well seasoned lovers, well able to control their primal urges, and seek more depth than a casual fling.

Men in 40's +...middle age crisis.
A man I still care for left a six figure income and job security, to follow his dream. He did acquire his two engine plane, as well as helicopter pilot license, only to die 3 yrs. after. The poignancy of this example is, a long stretch of time still looms ahead, far too long to simply exist in a bone marrow sucking existence, yet again, there are no guarantees right? Only of death and taxes.

Men in 30's +...eye candy. Still playing the field.

Men in 20's +...still cultivate searing dreams, ambitions, and ideals. They are not jaded -- yet.

Teens? I love my nephew. Being an aunt, I can come down to his level. Especially by admonishing him on the fallacy of making of his stomach, a cemetery for the carcass of dead animals. Driving point home, I relish telling him it is well known that a person my the age of 30, will probably have accumulated 5 lbs of putrefied red meat and toxins these adhering to colon and small intestines. This of course, as he is chewing on a double deck burger. My sister has had to be a mediator plenty of times, when we really have a go at it.

Little boys...they are simply adorable. You can still glimpse the stardust sprinkled here and there. My little nephews simply jump through the roof when one comes laden with gifts on their b-days, and xmass. I am a cool aunt.

See even with technological advances, there is no substitute that will surpass a real man.