I Meet The Love of My Life

It's April 1, yes, April fools day... I am one of the group leaders of Long island leather and roses, a local BDSM group. it's our regular meeting and talk session at a local semi-public spot. As one of the leaders, it's my job to greet newbies that arrive for their first meeting. We're on the second floor of the venue, I turn to see who is the cause of footsteps on the stairs. It's a lovely girl wearing tight leather jeans. This gets my attention, as I am an irreverent leather lover. I walk over to her and introduce myself, and tell her some of the basics of our group meeting and our topics of discussion. Then, it hits me. In Italian, the phrase translates to' " He was hit by a lightning bolt". her blonde hair, her blue eyes, and her smiling face did it.
I was at the meeting with my then current play partner, Erika, but for the last time. After nearly 15 years of play, she was going on to other things, and going to try and be honest with her husband.
As the meeting progressed, I could see the fire in Erika's eyes, she kept looking at the new girl, with daggers shooting out of them.
I had a hard time understanding why, it was to be our last date anyway, and all I did was talk to her, as I had to many , many newbies.
As the meeting was drawing to a close, I looked into the audience, and the new girl was gone. I felt crushed, I didn't even get her name, and I wanted it so badly now.
The next week, all I could do is castigate myself for not getting more information about her, I prayed that she would return the next week for our meeting. Tuesday eve came, and i rushed to the hall to try and talk to her before the meeting started. Nothing...then, feeling crestfallen, she appeared! my heart skipped a beat!. I immediately went to her and did my best to chat her up. Apparently, she had similar feelings about me.. and after some explanation about Erika, she felt better about me. Apparently, Erika's not so subtle desire to rip her eyes out was matched...her name is Bobbi-Jo.
We made a date for later that week, it was like being a teenager, we went to dinner at a nice restaurant, I thought I was being suave and cool, later she told me that I looked scared to death!. go figure.
Well, that was eleven years ago, we have never been apart since. We are now married, and for the first time in my life, i am 100% happy.
After our dinner date, we set a play date to explore our common lust for things kinky. it seems that we were both on the same pages kink-wise and couldn't wait to get our hands on each other.

But, that's another post entirely.