I have a pretty messed up story. I started dating a guy when I was 22. He said he was 30. I felt uncomfortable at times and felt like I was missing out on something, especially because he looked a lot older and it just didn't sit well with me (I was incredibly naive and stupid).

Well two years into our relationship, I find out he's been lying to me about his age (and a lot of other really important stuff that I won't get into because it's painful to talk about). Anyway, he wound up being not 8 years older than me, but 18. I thought I was in love (or at least was desperately trying to convince myself I was) so I very stupidly stayed with him for three more years (psychologically I was a wreck during those years).

Personally, I hated being with someone that much older. I would never ever do it again.