A long time ago, I acted like an ordinary human and succumbed to temptation. Well, I might have succumbed to temptation more than once, but on this one occasion I did something that I had never done before and that I have not done since: I took a class merely because the professor was HAWT! I felt that I had suffered through enough required classes with fat ugly holier-than-thou old farts, and that I should reward myself with eye candy. So I took a class I had no business taking because the professor was young and hot and had what I consider a perfect ass. At least back in college those were the only requirements for falling for someone, that and the ability to purchase alcohol.
Naturally, I spent a semester staring at this professor and playing eye-flirt with him. Not to worry, he was single, so I was not infringing anyone’s property. By the end of the semester, I was completely and utterly infatuated with this man. I convinced myself that I had fallen in love with him and that once the semester was over and I was done with school, we could make it work. Forget that I had no idea how he felt, but in my head, him handing me an exam was a sign that he loved me. In any other class, it proved hatred and loathing. Not only did I convince myself that our love was as legendary as Romeo and Juliette’s, but I also convinced my poor best friend. In what probably was an attempt to calm down my crazy illusions, she suggested that I ask him out after the end of the semester. If you had to know anything about me, it is worth knowing that I am not one to ask a guy out, let alone a professor. Nevertheless, a fuse blew in my head, and after the semester was over, and graduation was imminent, I went over to his office to talk about the exam and my grade, and as I was about to leave, I said to him, suggestively, that we should grab a cup of coffee sometime. He very sweetly said that that sounded like a great idea. Needless to say, that was the last time I ever talked to him.
That was over 5 years ago. I wonder what he would think if he saw me now. I wonder if he remembers. I am happier not thinking about that awkward moment, and every once in a while I like to convince myself that I was really drunk when I asked my professor out!