So, confession:
My crush on my teacher never really stopped.
Let’s call him Mr. W. It started approximately 9 years ago when I began his English class at small local high school. I had known about him prior to starting the class as my boyfriend at the time would often talk about him. He was known for being a bit of a peacock, overly confident with a favoritism toward his athlete students who played for him on the baseball team. He was newly divorced and the only halfway decent looking teacher on staff, making him the default target of any girl infatuated with an authority figure.
Now, I had never had strong feelings toward anyone. Even with my few boyfriends, I had never found them physically attractive. All of my sexual interest has been targeted at people who are unrealistic, like celebrities. For that reason, I have given up on enjoying that aspect of my life. To this day, I have I have never met anyone in person who I could lust after. Until him.