It started after highschool, well technically in highschool but nothing physical until after high school.
I grew up next to this neighbor, let’s call her Agnes. Agnes was the free-spirit, unmarried, do-whatever-I-want type. It seemed like when she wasn’t off hiking or skiing or surfboarding in some faraway place she would sit in her backyard, suntanning right under my bedroom window. I had the sneaking suspicion she was doing it on purpose, but I couldn’t tell through her polarized sunglasses (I was not the most emotionally intelligent kid.)
Suffice to say, I had a huge crush on her all through highschool. All of my fantasies revolved around her in some way, although I never thought they would actually happen. We “flirted” which was pretty much her talking to me, smiling and laughing, while I tried to not have a heart attack.
After I graduated highschool, one day while I was home alone, she knocked on the front door asking for help. Turns out her dishwasher had stopped working and since she heard I was going to college, she thought I might be able to fix it. (It should have occured to me right then and there what was happening but again, totally naive kid.)