Oh that is a long story. My ex and I met the first time when I arrived to meet some people and she was about to leave them. After a phonecall she had to stay for longer and departure was postponed. So I found some time to see her. The way she talked in three languages switching from French to Russian to English and roaming the room while doing things was mesmerizing for me. All her movements were like effortless and smooth. I didn't think she looked very beautiful until she sat closer to me in a window. Then I recognized she had good hands, cute feet and toes, a ballerina body and very short blonde hair and everything I was not she was. From there on my interest started by her physical charms. When I said I was waiting for a cab she proposed to share it and from then on we talked to each other. I do not remember how often she said something in Russian first before saying it again in English. We shared the cab and I asked her for her number while I felt it would be a pity to end our short acquaintance so abruptly. I said exactly that to her in a rare moment of bluntness. I hoped she would give me her number, but to my amazement she asked me if we could meet the next day and she grabbed my hand and shook it in an attempt to get my whole attention. When we met it was like the simplest and deepest spontaneously agreeable and amiable meeting between sudden best friends. Easy, smooth and with good laughs. When we parted that day for a longer time I could not get her out of my mind. The hug we gave each other, the touch and scent and feeling of it made me totally drunk. I knew I was into deep trouble. She was magical in my eyes. Her smiling eyes melted the icy armor around my heart in seconds. So the enchantment started, but our relationship started almost a year later, it took us many months to see that we had left behind the stages of friendship and attachment and entered the realm of heart-to-heart desires.