The oldest woman I've dated, was 45. I think I was 32.
Mind you, she went to the gym daily, and had a model like body, and was a gorgeous red head, with a career, her own car home and head on her shoulders.
I was highly attracted to the package she brought to the table, in looks, life experience, and maturity.
Mind you, one issue. Her kid was 25. He lived at home with her. That was borderline Jerry Springer awkward.
I do however love a mature woman. For me, I still need to be attracted to her, but it really boils down to life experience for me.
If all you can talk about is life experience that boils down to the only two jobs you've done and a couple years of clubbing--I'll feel like I'm dating a child, even though you're pushing 30 years of age.
I love knowing I'm with an adult woman.