I agree with Pops and all the other responses, but also for me, it happened about the time I turned 50 or so. Up to that time even in my late 40's I could still get dates with hot girls in their late 20's to late 30's. After I reached 50 and above, it seems I could only snag genuine interest from ladies in their mid 40's if I was lucky, but mostly late 40's and 50's.
Many were nice, many were still "attractive" by society standards for their ages and often I enjoyed their company but I just couldn't get turned on by them. I was frozen in time dreaming of young, tight, non wrinkled, non sagging, non eagle talon feet and hands, sweet babes I remember from my not so distant youth.
Call it an aberration, I simply could not get turned on by the women who were available to me, I had to have young thangs. I recall some of my friends leering at this 50 year old lady who was still in good shape bending over with a mini skirt on. They saw a shapely female, I saw an old lady with varicose veins wearing a skirt way too short for her age. She had numerous plastic surgery jobs so her face was smooth and youthful looking but she was sagging and wrinkled everywhere, turkey neck, fake boobs, etc. She was desperately trying to hold on and informed a mutual friend she would be interested in going out with me.
She was a nice fun lady and I had enjoyed a conversation with her at a previous party and we had a lot in common but my answer had to be "no'' and I mumbled some lame excuse (outright lie) about getting back with an ex girlfriend so as not to offend her as she was in my circle of friends. This situation happened to me continuously, I found myself recoiling from numerous ladies in their 50's and even 60's who were interested in me.
What to do? Grow old alone and lonely? Pay expensive prices for sugar Babi*s, massage parlors, back room encounters at strip clubs? I tried all these things and more often than not was unsatisfied and frustrated and depressed with the results.
Then in 2003 a friend of mine moved to Costa Rica and called me up, explained what was happening there and invited me down, I came down in December of that year, fully believing he was exaggerating but nonetheless quite interested.
My whole world changed that magical month, he lived a few blocks from New Fantasy and we hit it every morning and we picked up independents at the HDR every evening. I went from near celibacy to 2 marvelous sessions a day for a month. We even took two of our favorites to Mt. Arenal for a weekend ($100 in those ancient days!)
Besides the beauty of mind blowing sessions with fun young sweet squeezable poundable hotties, we could send them on their way or choose to be "friends with (paid) benefits" with our favorites. No responsibility, no emotional entanglements.
Fast forward to 2007, the real estate based economical crash flung me out of my high paying corporate job and now I was mid 50's and no longer financially successful, what woman would have an interest in me? I was miserable and depressed, jobs I could snag at that time were low end just hanging on and paying bills jobs, what type of life is that?
On a lark, I saw an ad for people like me who had finance experience to come down to Costa Rica and run internet gambling sites. I sent my resume and had a phone interview, I was told I would be hired but I better get down there fast, the jobs were filling up. I put my stuff in storage, sold my car and arrived 1 week later and was put to work at a fantastic $1800 per month, a decent paycheck for Costa Rica.
I was able to secure a great fully furnished apartment in Sabana where my office was, chose not to get a car and was able to budget two sessions a week. I was on an adventure and more satisfied with my life than since I was in my 20's or 30's. Those weekly poundings gave me reason to live and made me forget my economic downfall, made me realize how fantastic and satisfying my life could be thanks to mongering.
Every time I'm in bed with a stunning wriggling giggling hottie, I'm no longer an aging old man with aches and pains, staggering to my grave, wondering if a heart attack, stroke or cancer is going to get me, I'm in my mid 20's, strong, handsome and healthy again, testosterone flowing freely, sometimes with the assistance of vitamin "V". This is the fountain of youth Ponce De Leon says he discovered.
I see so many of my bachelor friends here my age and up, most secretly miserable and depressed, encountering old bags with attitudes and hoping and praying for emotional and physical contact. I try to save them by telling them about Costa Rica and our little shangra la, showing them my pictures, showing them the CRT pics and stories, many of the sad fools grin and leer but don't have the guts to come down and change their lives.
I'll be 62 in a year and 1/2, since I've been a working fool all my life I will receive a nice monthly income that I could actually live on IN Costa Rica via social security in conjunction with my now modest savings and the possibility of part time remote from home computer work I can do if I choose. I won't be rich but I won't be poor. Life is short, I'll be coming down to relive that nirvana that I experienced from 2007 thru 2009 and I'll never look back. I'll be able to grow old surrounded by friends, be able to go home periodically to visit family and return to my two a week sessions of ecstasy that blurt out and minimize the sadness of growing old alone with aches and pains and health issues that we all have.
In a different world perhaps I would have preferred growing old and staying with my ex wife, grandchildren bouncing on my knees and a retirement of golf, tennis, dentures, cruises and a Florida condo with other old couples to reminisce with, but that didn't happen.
Now, thanks to mongering, I am planning my final days to be exciting and adventurous, and as I stagger (I'm joking, I'm an ex joc and work out nut, in actual good shape for my age) the streets of San Jose, Jaco and where ever else I go, I am no longer and old coot in his 60's and eventually 70's, but in my mind I am mid 20's filled with vigor and testosterone until my heart attack in some MP with a hot 19 year old riding me out the door. PUTA VIDA, MONGERING IS NOW MY LIFE AND I AM NOT ASHAMED OR EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT IT !!!!
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Mongering is just a better deal and a whole lot less hassle. 
AND, when you can find that young chica who likes sex and likes delivering it to me GFE, it innoculates me against ever wanting to rely upon an old gringa for sex. 
Some of the sh*t that I have seen, and done mongering, could not be made up.
