Yes, I’m a postin’ fool today, without a doubt. That’s because I am going crazy.
So, speak words of encouragement: How many of you met your significant other when in your forties?
I met him right here on the Dope. 
Flirt like crazy and don’t give up hope!
I met him right here on the Dope.
Flirt like crazy and don’t give up hope!
We haven’t even been together for 3 months yet, but I’m very happy in my current relationship. I’ve never been this much in love before, and neither has she. I’m 46, she’s 43 and gorgeous.
No. But then, neither of us has yet been in our 40’s.
I met him when I was 38; I refused to date him until I was 41.
I married him when I was 43.
I was 47 when I met my husband, 15 years ago. We were immediately comfortable with each other.
Look at the marriage licenses in your local paper. If their ages are listed as “legal”, chances are these folks are older. It happens a lot.
I met my husband, online, when I was 40. He was 45.
I was 47 when I first met my wife online. We’ve been together 6+ years now.
I really don’t think that age has anything to do with it. Plenty of people have seriously messed up ideas about relationships, and they tend to have those ideas at younger ages. I’ve met plenty of more mature women that wasted their youths in horrible marriages, and finally woke up to reality decades later. For that matter, I’ve met men like that too. And I’ve met people who were just too independant to get tied down to any one situation, but are open to relationships.
The number one deterrent to finding someone great is buying into the falsehoods that society, the media, and our own prejudices feed to us every day. For instance:
Anyone not married by the age of 40 must be a weirdo.
No woman over the age of 40 could possibly be attractive.
There is some fundamental flaw in me that makes me undesirable.
Women are all gold diggers.
All men are pigs.
If I haven’t found love by now, I never will.
“The One” is out there somewhere.
There are more. It’s important to recognize these as the blatent lies that they are.
My grandfather got married in his 70s (to a woman in her 50s). It was very romantic.
I met the best woman of my life when I was 40 and she was 45. We’re still together and incredibly happy 6 years later. Have hope.
I must drink of this cup of hope.
Recently I met an attractive woman who thought I was attractive. Me! (disclaimer: 6 years ago). Although I do not think that this relationship is going to go anywhere, for all sorts of reasons, still it was an enormous boost to an ego that had basically been shredded over the years. A woman actually thought I was attractive and said so, for the first time in years.
It’s not all over at age 40. Although I thought so when I turned 40. (Yes, my 40th birthday was not a happy occasion.)
I met my wonderful husband in 2003, when I was 45 and he was 49. We just celebrated our 4th anniversary!
Wait, they publish marriage licenses in the local newspaper? What kind of antiquated law requires this?
I noticed the gentleman on my 39th birthday, or close to it, and he’s a year and a half older than I am. After dating for about 4 years, we got married about 10 weeks ago and have been newly-wedding it up ever since. I tell him he was worth every minute of the wait!
Met my SO when I was almost 43 (this was my 4th LTR, and I had been burned in various ways by all the previous ones). We’ve been together for over 16 years now.
I do not delude myself that he fell for me because I was amazingly attractive. Only that I was what he was looking for at that stage in his life (he is a couple of years older than me). Also vice versa.
Sometimes it takes the maturity of judgment that comes with a few years under your belt, to find the person who is right for you.
Good luck!
Roddy
Not me, but my brother got married at 51, and my wife’s best friend got married at well over 40 - both for the first time. It does happen, have hope.
Wow! Such a healthy response in such a short time! That is encouraging!
Brynda: Hey! That rhymes! Was that on purpose?
Sunspace: Just for the record, I think you’re hecka cute too. And I hope it goes well.
I was fifty-five when I met my Darling Marcie; she was forty-five. We’ve been married almost twelve years now.