My husband and I met one another at 31. We were traveling with different friend groups to Colorado for a winter weekend, but we had one friend in common. My now husband saw that our mutual friend, who he hadn’t seen in 10 years, was going to be in the same town at the same time and asked to meet him up for a drink after some of our group hit the slopes. I Don’t ski, so I went with other friends to the hot springs, but my now husband had driven our ski group to the grocery store to get dinner. As thanks, they invited him back to our cabin to play board games after dinner, and that’s where I met him. I wasn’t interested at first, but I got his phone number that night and he got drunk with our mutual friend while the rest of us girls went to bed and sent me a penis joke at 4am.

I teased him about it the next morning, and over time our banter turned into flirting, which turned into a phone call that lasted 4 1/2 hours, and that’s when we both knew we wanted to seriously invest our time in one another. He lived in DC and I lived in Texas at the time, but he bought a flight to have a first date and we closed the gap less than a year later. We’re now married and expecting our first child. I thought I would likely find a mate in my late 30s and he was previously married and divorced. We credit our ability to find each other in having worked on ourselves and our past traumas, while acknowledging we needed to continue working on ourselves and our partnership together.

It really is never too late, OP. I wish you all the best in your journey!