I got married (1st and last time) at 29. I met him shortly before that. It was a bit like getting hit by a freight train when we met. Very sappy, so I'll spare you.

Here's the thing though. I forced myself out of my comfort zone. I took risks, started getting out with my dogs on weekend camping trips, took classes, went to seminars on stuff I was vaguely interested in, I intended to kayak as many lakes in my state as I could the summer before I met him. I took a crazy job that paid terrible but gave me freedom and a chance to travel, as well as gave my resume a nice shine.

That's when I met him, at one of those seminars, and we both realized that we shared a rather inane interest in the latin names of plants. That's how simply it started. Been a real rollercoaster ever since, but worth even the worst moments of it.

Had I let myself stay in my home town, going to our hometown bar, and putzing around my own neck of the woods, I'd have never ever met him. He lived hours away. It felt fated in a way, but it only happened because I had to force myself out of my status quo. So it really wasn't like magic at all, though it did feel that way. That was over 8 years ago (when we met). Still working on the happy ever after bit. LOL.

Just a little anecdote to hopefully give you hope. :-)