Part 2 of Me [F] visiting my much older, former, professor[M] at his apartment. [Long] Part 2

Continuing where I stopped earlier. I actually wrote part 1 two days ago but didn’t post before today, thus already writing part 2. Link to Part 1 here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ebufkl/me_f_visiting_my_much_older_former_professorm_at/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ebufkl/me_f_visiting_my_much_older_former_professorm_at/)

He must had known I was there, just meters away from him because the living room wasn’t huge. I didn’t see this coming. Fearing I’d made a fool of myself somehow, I hesitated but asked “ummm Professor Lee, do you want me to go, I’m sorry I wasn’t aware it is already late” My stomach sunk as I uttered those words, cos I had been so *convinced* there was a mutual attraction between us. Fuck, I was so disappointed. Then, without turning, he said ” I don’t want you to go.”

Oh *damn*, shit shit, I almost couldn’t believe it. But I was frozen, frantically thinking of something, *anything,* to say. I should probably mention, that his English is excellent, and most of our conversation was in English. But, since Korean is a high-context langauge, right there and then it was easier for me to express myself in Korean, because it would allow me to be a little less direct but still with the same intention behind the words, which I think he liked.

Me [F] visiting my much older, former, professor[M] at his apartment. [Long] Part 1.

Hi, been lurking here for quite a while, but made a throwaway, for obvious reasons. It’s my first time sharing something that happened this summer. I just need to get it off my chest. Excuse grammar and spelling, non-native English speaker here.

OK, so background info. I’m from Northern Europe, 29 y/o, blond, blue eyes and a pretty ok body, ( I think? I eat healthy and exercise almost every day), I live in South Korea, where I last spring graduated my MA program. I have lived here for quite a while and spent almost 6 years on the campus of a popular university here. I had been single for almost a year, was tired of fuckboys so taking care of my needs myself was more than ok for me.

Univ: Out of 10 professors, only three of them actually had interesting lectures. One of them was Prof Lee. He was older, im talking in his late 50s, good looking in a silver-fox way. His lecture was great, he effortlessly made it interesting and I actually learned a lot. I liked him, and was flattered and proud when he praised my presentation and essays. At the point when I graduated I hadn’t seen him around much and was a little disappointed. I took all the graduation photos, hung around for a while, and went up to the admin office to pick up some documents.