The Art of Courting
...em under her door before I went to school in the morning. I would then rush downstairs to Daniel’s house so we walk to the bus. Every morning she would be at the bus stop waiting for us. I would get to listen to the whole letter I wrote as she read it out loud to me and Daniel. I would get to hear her personal commentary and emotions just as she felt them. Two weeks into it she started to get frustrated with the whole mystery of it all. At around the same time I felt like I had gained enough courage to tell her it was me. I had her meet me on her rooftop at 9:00pm on a Saturday. I new her mother was at work. I had Daniel’s mom make me some spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. Daniel helped me bring a table and chairs up to the roof. I set the mood of the evening. I put candles and white roses on a jet black table cloth. The only thing missing was an old blind man playing violin. We ate pasta and watched the full moon creep across the sky as we chatted the night away. By 12:00am we were making out in her living room watching a tape of Coming to America. When I awoke in the morning her mother was serving me breakfast. I got what I wanted but it didn’t last long. When I got to high school I met Priscilla Yesenia Guerrerro. Priscilla was the most exotic woman I had ever seen at this point in my life. She went to Bronx Community College and I went to a high school on the same campus. I guess you can say I telephone courted her. Everyday for about 2 months we talked on the phone for hours. We got emotional together. We were both going through terrible breakups. We finally decided to go out on a date. We went an Orchard Beach cut party together with some of the kids from the school. We spent the whole day at the beach. We found a secluded little spot next to a rotten pier and tall grass. In our own little corner of the world we made love with the sun setting and the tide licking at our toes. We later hat evening found our group of friend and after a little high school ribbing we went out to dinner. I walked her to her door, gave her a kiss and we called it a night. We dated for awhile but all good things come to an end. Priscilla moved away after dating me for six months. I worked hardest for the last one. Monica Addison was the woman of my dreams. She was down to earth, gorgeous, athletic, and honest everything I wanted in a woman at 20. I met Monica on the handball courts in Claremont Park in the Bronx. I was completely infatuated with her. I spent 3 months trying to get this girl to let me take her out. First, I started with sending her a different color rose everyday for a month. When that didn’t work I sent her a dozen roses everyday for a month. During the third month it was chocolates and teddy bears. One day towards the end I decided to try and deliver the chocolates and teddy bear myself. I brought a dozen red roses and two white roses which I kept hidden in my coat. She opened the door and told me she and her daughters were sick. After she introduced me to her twin 4 year ol...