You've been married for several years. Long enough, certainly, for the rosy glow of your first love to have faded, dulled by the routine and reality of everyday life - including, in your particular case, his vitriolic ex-wife and two cute but time-intensive stepsons. Then, one day, you meet him. The man of your dreams. You weren't expecting it, but you look at him, he looks at you, and it's there: hat spark of attraction, understanding, whatever you call it. The real question, though, is not so much what you call it but what you do about it.