I had been having a hard time staying up to speed in my Stats class, I felt like I was drowning in work by the middle of the semester. My professor was a middle aged good looking young guy, he would always invite us to his office hours outside of class. I thought I could catch up, but at this point it was too much and I knew that I was going to be forced to come see him for some one-on-one help.
My professor was what most women would call tall, dark, and handsome… he also had big muscular arms and big chest from what I’m assuming were many years of working hard in the gym. His kind and welcoming personality was just the cherry on top.