The "Frosted Glass Door" is literally the back door of Julia's house.
Julia was a girl who lived on my block when I was growing up.
It was a solid wood door but with a large center panel made of frosted glass. It would let sunlight in, but you couldn't really see in or out. Yet, you could still see distorted images through the glass, either from outside or inside.
It was an evening in the Summer of 1979, and I was 15 years old. Teresa and I were at Julia's house with some other girls. Her parents went out for the evening, and we were there having fun. Someone suggested we play "Truth or Dare".
When Julia's turn came up, she picked "dare".
Teresa had the opportunity to issue the dare. And considering how mature Teresa was, and how sex was always on her mind, she dared her stand behind the frosted glass door, strip naked, and dance.
And that's what she did.
It's more of a surprise that she actually did it.
Julia's parents were conservative and devout Christians. They didn't allow her to have boyfriends or go to dances. She wasn't allowed to have boys at her house, and was required to come home immediately after school.
Many of us thought Julia was happy to be this way. But in reality she was frustrated. She wanted to have boyfriends, she wanted to date, she wanted to put on makeup and wear tight clothes. Somehow I think Teresa was able to read the little signs she exhibited and knew she needed to release those frustrations. Hence, she issued that dare.
So the Frosted Glass Door has another meaning.
We spend much of our lives hiding our true thoughts locked up deep in our souls, afraid to show everyone how we truly feel. However, there are moments when we give out clues or tidbits of information that make slight suggestions of what we're feeling. We know most people won't make a connection. But we know there is someone out there who identifies with us and will come forward when they recognize the signs.
We can strip ourselves naked behind the frosted glass and allow people on the other side to observe our bodies without giving away our identities.
I think that's how Carla and I got together. She could read me like a book when she first saw me at the coffee shop and knew I was who she was looking for.
