Is it a numbers game?

Do you bring it up or not? The *number*. I am still struggling with this. Is it bad to not let the 28 year old know that you're nearly a decade his senior? I mean, it's not like I am going to marry him right? I may not even see him naked. I have answered my own question, as I let the struggle dissolve into non-action. Here's how it started, and let me state this never happens to me. Well, it did happen, but let's be clear here, these things tend to NOT happen to me.
I go the gym early. Not sunrise early, but starry night early around the neighborhood of 5:30am. I'm groggy, disheveled and cursing at myself the whole way there. Wondering if I can really have a productive work out when I can barely feel my legs, knowing that I must as I won't have time later - that, and I enjoy it once I get going. I silently grunt, peddling my feet on the hamster wheel that is the elliptical. On this particular day, as surge of energy manifested post-cardio and I decided to lift. I don't worry about how I look at this gym, for the reasons mentioned above AND the fact that I live in the gay area of town. Which is great, fantastic eye candy, and no one to bother me at said gym. I just like to get in and out. so I didn't pay any mind when I saw hot green t-shirt out of the corner of my eye as I packed up my bag to head home.
Then I noticed green shirt coming closer. To me.
He stuttered and stammered and me, high off of my endorphins, smiled, let the sweat drip down my chin, because surely this young man was gay.
And then it happened.