I was in my last year of college which was my absolute hardest. I felt depressed and lonely most of that year and accidentally isolated myself from my friends and family. It was the first day of one of my last classes when I saw him. I felt my heart thump when I laid my eyes on the professor. He was a tall man with piercing blue eyes and a nice salt and pepper look. I’ve always had a thing for silver foxes even though I was only 22 at the time. He had a lovely European accent that helped me learn his material well. I noticed he had a ring and thought to myself being a catholic, that I shouldn’t ogle at a married man like that. Sadly, the heart never listens to what the brain says, so I started going to his office hours every. single. day.
During his office hours I would let my hair down, put some extra make up on and made sure cleavage was shown. I noticed this sly smile he would make when I showed up. He knew. Of course he knew, I’m terribly transparent when I want someone. He was an older man, in his late forties with a maturity that other guys my age haven’t grasped yet. It was worse during his lectures; I would wear my tight pencil skirts that accentuated my curves.