Over the years we've noticed that few people are able to re-call their significant 'firsts'. Granted, most may remember the first kiss, the first petting, the first fuck - however, what about the first eye contact, the first exchange of words, the first touch? Huh? Nada?

Same here - without my lover's sensuality I wouldn't be able to re-call the beginning of my 'second life'.

It started quite innocent - as always. The first time we met, he was shopping with his youngest son. I can still remember the joking and laughing we shared while we tried to find the perfect suit for his son. That's what a sales assistant lets blossom.

That was it!

After a dirty divorce I've not been capable and ready to start a new relationship, just the contrary: as a single mother I felt free and sovereign and had sworn off men forever.

Or was it?

One particular night out with the girls we attended a rock concert. The band played the music I love the most - I admit when it comes to music I'm old-fashioned, the 60's and 70's still are my favorites. What caught my ears and eyes was the bass player. Can you remember the bass' significance as the leading part in rock ballades? And can you understand the feeling a bass arouses in a woman? And can you imagine the sting I experienced when I recognized the bass player coalesced with his instrument like in a trance?

Head over heels I ditched all my resolutions regarding males, I had to have this man who emanated sensuality and vulnerability and harmony. Till today the girls have a laugh when they talk about my facial expression during this concert and my approaches afterwards. Like a groupie I tried to have a small talk with him, hit completely off-guard with his charme - and reluctance.

Being not a woman to be discouraged easily, I didn't let the reins go slack, and we finally had a pleasant talk with a glass of wine, and then a second and third one, absorbed in each other's stories and eyes and...

During our conversation I found out we had something in common which made it easy and difficult at once: Although his divorce hasn't been as dirty as mine, like me he had sworn off women forever and tried to raise his children as a single father as best as possible.

Guess what, this was the first of many times I played his groupie. And it was the start of our love story and the beginning of my 'second life'.