The butterflies are caused by hormones in the brain, and those don’t change with age. It’s just harder to find someone whose baggage and quirks are compatible.

I am proof that at age 64, love and lust are alive and well...starting with the mind, the body follows with loads of endorphins and pheromones and other chemical reactions...I feel like a teenager 24/7, only with more experience and confidence. I believe it never ends unless you stop it prematurely, in which case, you might as well be dead.

As a man of 81, I believe that there will be far fewer hormonal responses, but that it is possible to find someone whose intelligence, warmth, and humor provide such delight that one wants to spend significant time with her.

I don't expect to have the feeling I had as a teenager or at twenty-something. I don't think I'd even want that feeling. It was always pretty deceptive and made it to easy to ignore those big red flags.

I am 70, he just turned 70, we giggle & fool around like little kids. I did not expect it!

People can find love at every age. How do you define "feeling butterflies"? Are you talking about lust?

"Love, Actually: The Science Behind Lust, Attraction and Companionship," Harvard University, 2017.

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Trust me, if you are still alive; you will get butterflies. I have had them quite a few times since I started dating when I was 60. I have them now for the guy I am meeting tomorrow! Keep the butterflies alive!!!!!!

I am much happier giving someone some TLC. This is so needed today. My reward is seeing someone be so happy! It makes me cry sometimes! There is nothing better than this. ? I am seeing pure joy!

Butterflies? Jaded? I am a widower of 3 years and when I lost the love of my life I thought I was done, in fact didn't even want to think about anyone else for a good while. I am 74 and in great health, very active and fit, eat healthy and workout 3 or 4 days a week and have a very positive and worldly outlook on everything. I really don't think we become jaded because of age or for that matter don't feel butterflies because we are older. Life crushes us with all kinds of rotten happenings and it's my opinion that the way we handle those occurences determines how well we move on, (or don't) with the rest of our lives. There's a song that goes something like.....I get right back up, dust myself off, and start all over again. In other words, as bad as things can get we cannot let them determine how we feel about stuff. I've met several women in the last 2 years and I have had butterflies more then once. Of course, it's a lot different then when I was 22 and met the girl who was to become my wife. There's another song I like by Frank Sinatra where he sings about "Love is lovelier the second time around, love is beautiful with both feet on the ground". We have learned more about life and how the world works then when we were 22, but even though we understand how fucked up it can be, we shouldn't let that make us jaded in advance of new experiences that may come our way. At least thats the way I feel about it.

Count me as a 'no'. Time, maturity, and experience all indicate that it won't happen. I'm not even sure I want it to. I'm so set in my ways (and happy that way) that I'm not sure I could accommodate a relationship at this point in time.

At 65, I'm starting to lose hope. I thought I had something like that a short white ago, but it slipped away. I don't think it's impossible, but it doesn't seem to be likely either.

Butterflies are possible at any age. I have seen it in nursing homes and hospice care, it is adorable and you can only envy it, when you see it!

I imagine it could happen if that someone is, oh, 20-25.

It wasn't until I was 58 that I got butterflies. Late bloomer?

I think all my butterflies got stuck in spider webs and died.

If I feel butterflies, not just because of age but also experience, it usually means I need to see a doctor.

I'm three years out from sixty, but I can tell you unequivocally, that I have
no expectation of ever meeting another man who will elicit that kind of
response from me again.
Some may say that I'm jaded, I just call it being a realist.
Oddly, I'm not even the least little bit sad about it.

i didn't meet my special guy until i was 48 and he was almost 52. we're 66 and a half and 70 now and still in love.

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My second marriage was a little more thought out than my first. This time around, there were no butterflies, but I enjoyed her company (and the sex was great). I think I went into it with less expectations, and was more reasonable. We've been together 15 years now, and I love her more now than when it was new.

Gotta have hope. All the cliches are appropriate here: You can't win if you don't play and you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. I'm pretty sure there's no shelf life of butterflies. Us old people just make it harder now because we have more requirements, more experience, and the relationships are more complicated due to family, health Etc. None of which has anything to do with the magical butterfly feeling when you find "that person."

I'm agnostic on this.

I'm not sure why anyone would think age would have anything to do with finding a romantic partner who give you butterflies. Life is more relaxed after 60, we're wiser, maybe more selective, and if you feel yourself to be attractive or intriguing enough to give someone butterflies, that someone might do the same for you.

I think some people think we lose our sex drive as we age, but I haven't seen evidence of that in myself or people I know who are healthy and happy.

Of course it can... and does.

I think that ship has sailed. Gotten old and jaded. Whatever "jaded" means. No one is perfect so that perfect person won't show up. Suppose I'll have to be happy with less than perfect.

The butterflies thing is the psychological response that manifests in various ways when we hear a musical piece, see a movie, encounter another human being, and so forth that moves us to the point of feeling weak in the knees, maybe causes us to tingle, sends a powerful emotional tsunami through our core, maybe even brings tears mixed with a feeling that we need to laugh a little. If I ever lose that, I will know I have become too cynical to go on.