It was a bold move that took me months to muster up the courage to do. Even as I stood at the front door, finger on the doorbell, a million thoughts went through my head at to why this was a bad idea. But the one reason why it was a fantastic idea was the one that stood above the rest. And I figured the best way to go about it was just put myself out there (literally) and see what happened.



I was eighteen years old and just graduated my senior year of high school. I was a strike out with the ladies for two main reasons: 1. I was shy with low self-esteem. 2. I scared what few girls liked me away. But I will get to the scary part in a minute. I had one truely strong crush my entire school years and it was unfortunately an unattainable woman. She was married for one, and she was my best friends mother for another. But my sophmore year, when I learned that she was getting a divorce, I saw a window open. I struggled with myself, hoping the crush would just go away and I could think about someone else, but it only got stronger. It took two years to get the courage to even think about trying what I had in mind. This could be no courtship I knew, if it were to happen it had to happen fast and it would take a bold move to do it. So when I heard that my buddy and his dad was taking his siblings with them on a college visit, and that Dorothy was staying behind, I figured it was now or never.



I rang the doorbell and waited, trying to get my nerves to subside. I would have to be strong and not relent if my plan had a chance. Soon, Dorothy opened the door. She was wearing a long t-shirt and I would assume shorts, though the shirt was about thigh low and would cover up no matter what she was wearing. She had her hair pulled up and obviously was doing some housework or just lounging around.