What’s the oldest you be and still fall in love? Do people eventually get too experienced to feel that way about someone new?
I’d say when you’re one minute from death and no.
If you’re too old to feel love, then you’re dead already.
Tell me you are joking. Of course people can fall in love at any age. (Obviously diseases such as Alzheimer’s would eventually degrade the ability to interact meaningfully with others.)
No, I’m not joking. I wouldn’t really think it is typical for people to keep falling in love when they are more mature because as time goes by, you have more experience, and if you have fallen in love more than once and it has turned out to be very painful, you might give up. I would imagine most people do give up. If people don’t, I wouldn’t mind hearing about it. I have a small family, and a pretty small circle of friends, and out of all the people I have been close with, none of them ever demonstrated that they could keep on attacking the romance game as if it were the first time. I have no way of knowing if that’s normal unless I ask.
pokey, this is just a guess, but by “falling in love” do you mean “having a crush”?
People have crushes or infatuations (on rockstars, movie stars, cute guys / girls in class, etc.) when they’re young. Some grow out of it, some don’t.
Falling in love–real, reciprocal love? That can happen at any age.
How old are you? I ask because I’m 38, so not old by any means–but certainly old enough to have had my heart broken and broken a few myself over the years. I don’t know that it’s made me any more cynical about love. Cynical about certain types of people, sure. But not about love itself. If anything, having a bit more experience has made me realize that I will get over heartbreak. When I was 18, I thought the world would end when a romance did. In fact, once I’ve put some years between me and heartbreak, I’m able to remember the good times and the fun I had, even if it didn’t end all that well.
True, I may not feel the same way I did 20 years ago when I thought the person I loved was my whole world and I couldn’t live without him. However, I’m certainly capable of falling in love.
People in flippin’ nursing homes fall in love.
Sometimes people who have lost a life-long love don’t want to find anyone else, but they are capable if they want to. Mature love can actually be even more fulfilling on some levels than the intense white-hot passion of very young love. Which is not to say it can’t have its moments…
A woman I know fell in love for the first time in her life when she was close to 60.
She’s now in love again with another man and she’s about 70. She also tried paragliding for the first time with her new boyfriend last summer.
Don’t worry. Life doesn’t end at 25.
I went to a wedding of a very nice 30’s couple. After the ceremony, the husband’s 67 year old grandmother and the bride’s 72 year old grandfather surprised everybody with their own impromptu wedding ceremony. They had met and fallen in love while planning the wedding. Five years later, both couples are still together.
It happens.
My mother is almost 92 and lives in assisted care. About six years ago (and over a period of time), she met and fell in love with a man about four or five years younger than she. When he moved away to live close to his son, she cried the hardest and the longest of anytime in her life.
He wasn’t too happy either. He soon moved back and now only a wall separates their apartments.
Mother says that you always feel the same age inside, but that she had no idea that she would ever feel this way again.
My friend’s grandmother is getting married in December, and she’s in her 80s. Apparently she’s as giddy as a little girl, getting everything ready for the big day!
Also, although it may not be love, you should see the hany panky that goes on in my grandmother’s retirement home! There are more hookups happening there than there were at my high school!
One of the owners of my favorite camera store (my dad was good friends with the owners) finally married the man that she’d loved for many years. He had been married, and for years (decades, I guess) she loved him from afar. I got the impression that he was not indifferent to her, but I don’t think there was any extramarital hanky-panky going on.
Anyway, she remained unmarried for all these years. Then his wife died. After a certain period of time, he married this lady who has loved him through the years. I think they were both in their 70s when they married. They’re both very happy.
You’re definitely right about that, it ends at 23.
This is really good news.
Oops not that. That’s bad news. I hit reply, went and heated up some beans, and came back and replied.
Here some better news for you: Life ends when you die. 
So have fun, damnit!
And yes, you can fall in love, real, true, wonderful love, at any age, at any time, if you let yourself. You know that old cliche, “Life is what you make it”? It’s true.
Go on, you. Go out there and grow old, and fall in love at 98. Why not? 
I somehow suspect you’re 22.
Damn, I’m 24. I suppose I’ll just cease to exist now, sorry for the mix-up! disappears in puff of smoke
Are you serious? At the assisted living place where my grandparents live, there aren’t enough live men for that; the old girls would all have to be lesbians!
That gendered life expectancy thing will get you in the end, it seems. Wonder if they still get a toaster?