First Time For Everything: Hot For Teacher
Posted by: Christiana Yiallourides
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12:00PM, Monday March 2nd 2009
It began with my high school English teacher. I was 15 and shy; he was 30 and moonlighted as a poet. He also cursed in class, horsed around with his students, and (despite his age) still had jet black hair. I got nervous and sweaty whenever we interacted, and my childish crush raged until high school ended. I visited him while I was home for winter break, but when he mispronounced my name and forgot which university I attended, my puppy love subsided.
Three years into college, I walked into my Creative Writing class. My instructor’s name was Nate.* I sat to the right of Nate around the conference table so when he asked a question, I simply murmured the answer. I looked at his ripped jeans below the table. He rarely called on me as much as he did the others.
The glimpses into Nate’s real life were rare. He’d look particularly haggard one day and confess to a hangover, or he’d mention an argument with his girlfriend, but the space between us remained quiet, friendly, sometimes punctured with jokes or questions.
“What were you for Halloween?” he asked, before my classmates arrived.
“A ladybug,” I answered, happy he was interested.
After the semester ended, we exchanged emails every few months. Occasionally, Nate said things like, “You were in one of my dreams,” or “That’s a great picture of you.” I noted these sentences with curiosity and exhilaration. I talked about books I was reading or how my new writing teachers gave me A-minuses. Two years after he was my teacher, and months after college graduation, I asked if he wanted to catch up in person.
He suggested drinks on a Thursday. We headed to a neighborhood bar.
“Did you pick this bar because they have Jagermeister on tap?” he joked.
“No,” I giggled.
He bought me cranberry and vodkas. When we left to go to a burlesque show across the street, he helped me with my coat. Alarm bells went off in my head; I was happy to hear them. We sat next to each other again, but it was OK if our legs touched. I found myself able to look in his hazel eyes or gaze unabashedly at his gray hairs and unlined face.
At the show, we talked about the disparity between our ages, and the disparity between our number of partners. We watched pudgy naked women dance on stage. I looked down at my hands. “People make jokes about me being married because I wear a ring on this hand, on this finger,” I said.
He took my hand and studied my ring for a moment. It was the first time we’d touched.
At the end of the night, I asked if he would walk me home. Unhesitatingly, he did. “My teeth are chattering,” he observed.
I am living the fantasy of thousands of girls, I thought. I was on a date with the high school quarterback, the rock star, the firefighter, the doctor. Once in awhile, one hears about taboo student/teacher relations, and there I was, the living embodiment of the cliché.
We arrived at my front door, and he brought me in for a hug. As we parted, he kissed me. I grinned and pulled him in again, my fingers in his hair.
*Name has been changed.
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rafcity01
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 01:14 pm: [report]
As a guy I have to say that is a very interesting love story that somehow find its way your playground and in his territory and has a future therapist i am curious what happen after the kiss? how long ago did this happen and where are you now in life?
Humble Bee
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 01:20 pm: [report]
OOOOOoooh Good story. I always have fantasies about old teachers/ current professors.
I had this pretty cute Anthro. prof. He had long blonde hair, dressed like a punk, and always made cute jokes in class. It was obvious how well we got along since he always called on me, and always asked my opinion on everything. He even got me after class once, and asked me a couple of personal questions… we laughed, made cuddly eyes, and after that conversation I would always catch him looking at me, or smiling at me while tripping on the laptop cable, or he would ask me a question, I’d answer some silly or sarcastic answer and he’d get nervous and grab his water bottle, sip it, and realize there was nothing in it, so he’d get all red. THE only reason I didn’t tap that, (lol) was because I had a bf AND I wanted to wait until*AFTER* the class ended, I didn’t want it to affect my grade. I got an A anyway.. I should find his e-mail… you’ve inspired me, hahaha.
rafcity01
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 01:58 pm: [report]
Gosh how come i never had such a wonderful lovely experience well from a female Profs? probably cause women prof are already married and don’t always look very attractive anyway or may be i just never really paid much attention to my female profs. Now that i am thinking how come women professors are always older women too old to even think twice about?
Milla
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 02:42 pm: [report]
I teach writing as a grad instructor and I cannot imagine wanting to date one of my students. The moment they settle themselves into the desks I feel at least 30 years their senior, even though I’m not yet 25. Either that or I feel the size of a chipmunk. Neither of which goes well with romance.
rafcity01
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 03:15 pm: [report]
well thinking about dating a student in your class might interfere with how you are teaching and of course might bring bias to your method of grading as well.
But i can’t imagine teaching a class of student who is about my age
sklut
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 03:54 pm: [report]
I spent the night with my teacher once (or twice) nothing ever happened, just lots of cuddling. It was amazing. There is something appealing about teachers. Love this story.
Arty
wrote on March 2 2009 @ 11:04 pm: [report]
Ohh. I had it bad for my Chemistry teacher in high school. He was almost 30 and married. The worst (or best?) part was that he would flirt with me sometimes. Then somehow my mother found out. Bad times!
gskillz
wrote on March 3 2009 @ 12:30 am: [report]
They’re so knowledgeable… even my pudgy professor is kinda hot sometimes.
saysay
wrote on March 3 2009 @ 01:04 am: [report]
My latest psych professor is a fox… I’ve NEVER had perfect attendance in a class before… but this semester it’s looking promising.
Mira
wrote on March 3 2009 @ 07:26 am: [report]
I’ve been having an affair (everything but intercourse) with my hottest college professor for about 4.5 years now. I’m 23 and he’s 40ish and still amazingly HOT HOT HOT. We talk on a regular base (daily or at least every other day) and meet up about once a week. He’s just apart of my life now. I know affairs aren’t supposed to last for so long but, shrug, we really enjoy each other. Maybe one day I’ll just see his as the older Doctor and former professor and not get the chill down my spine whenever we touch.
dudette
wrote on March 3 2009 @ 06:53 pm: [report]
hmmm i have not ever had a crush on a college professor so far, all of mine have been old nerdy engineers…In high school I had an art teacher that I got along with real well. I never thought I would think of a teacher that way bc it was so creepy to me(big age difference!!!) but I had a dream once when he wanted to draw me naked and I was alone in the art room with him…naked while he drew me. Not quite a sex dream but definitely not chaste! It was sexy in an understated way. The next day in school I definitely looked at him differently. Dreams are weird like that.
greggy
wrote on March 4 2009 @ 12:41 pm: [report]
I had the hots for my gym teacher when I was in 12th grade. Best part: he had the hots for me back. The hookup came VERY close to happening, and then someone found out so I backed out for fear of getting him in trouble. Man, if I could run into him again now, almost 5 yrs later.
I also had a one time fantasy about one of my English professors in college. I think, however, that he actually had a crush on my mom, who worked at the same college.
Tart and Soul
wrote on March 5 2009 @ 11:17 am: [report]
Few fantasies are hotter than dating a teacher. But be warned! Though I never dated my high school teacher crush, I did become Facebook friends with him more than 15 years later. He referenced our mutual crush back in high school and started referring to us as star-crossed lovers. He started getting so tangled in the fantasy that he cyber-stalked me. When I rejected his cyber-advances, he got cyber-scary. Finally, I had to cut ties completely. Man, don’t I wish it could have ended better.
irish
wrote on March 5 2009 @ 02:09 pm: [report]
I guess for guys the teacher crush thing happens predominantly in high school. I never gave too much of a #&@$% about my profs in college.
Few were ladies, and they were not as ‘interesting’ as all the coeds.
I definitely had a couple of serious crushes in high school. None resulted in anything other than wonderful fantasies about doing things that I really had only read about.
Recently I’ve read a few headlines about female high school teachers who’ve had affairs with their male students. In virtually all cases they’ve been crucified, and vilified by parents, the press, their administrations, and of course, law enforcement. (Let’s not forget that!!!)
A shame really. My view is that as a 16 year old and beyond, I would have considered a fling with Ms Vogel my high school art teacher as a gift from God.
It would have given me an experience that might have made me a poet, instead of an engineer.
She was ~25. I was 17. We would have been good together…at least for one or two times.
Abarita
wrote on March 5 2009 @ 10:47 pm: [report]
when i was in my senior year of highschool i had a crush on my speech teacher who was 24. we flirted all the time and of course i had the highest grade in my class. he even nominated me for this special award for speech and debate but i turned it down because i didnt know jack about debating. my last semester of school i became his student aid and we got to spend more alone time together but nothing ever happened until one night i was out with one of my girlfriends and i called him up. i went over to his place, he showed us around and we eventually made it to his bedroom where i found a playboy mag that was quite sticky (eww). thats when we kissed. and thats also when i realized…what the eff was i doing? we left right away and from then on i skipped his class and left with an A. Unfortunately he didnt feel the same way about hooking up with his students. a couple years ago he had a relationship with another student and when he broke it off i guess she felt betrayed because she went to the cops and told them everything. after that he decided to run away with the Drama programs money and head off to indiana where they eventually found him with another students car that they had lent him. now he’s in prison for 5 years. so a teacher fantasy can be hot but it can also be devasting to both people who gets themselves involved. all im saying is be careful. oh and i almost forgot his best friend happened to be the music teacher and he got fired for the same thing and is also now in prison. they should put a warning in my schools brochure..“Beware parents, we hire teachers that like to have relations with students.”
irish
wrote on March 6 2009 @ 12:03 am: [report]
A: Couldn’t agree with you more.
Sounds like you caught the right insight, at just the right moment.
Lucky and good.