In my 50s I met a man to whom I was not immediately attracted, but we became acquaintances and later, friends. Then, unexpectedly, after ten-plus years, we realized we were in love with each other and had been for some time. Finally, finally, I have someone who loves me with the same kind of intensity I feel.
That's probably not the success story you want either, but I'm not saying love won't come your way till you're as gray as I am. I'm just saying it often comes from the strangest quarters, and that there can be a thin line between friendship and romantic love; it doesn't just happen in the movies. For us, it was a matter of recognition, which came about only after we had stopped letting ourselves be distracted by a lot of the externals in our lives.