I fumbled on my words a little bit but managed to squeeze out a shy “I was looking for you”. I knocked on his office door and when it was opened I found him standing in the middle of the room conducting a meeting with ten other professors in attendance. So after classes ended but before the final project was due I went to his office hours. My attraction to him was strong, and I needed to learn more about him. I barely spoke in his class but I knew that at the end of the semester I had to give him my number. He was captivating, knowledgeable, and whenever he turned the lights down to show a video his eyes fixated on me and didn’t move. All semester long I sat in his classroom with my jaw proverbially dropped as he spoke my mind out loud in a room full of attentive pupils. I always had a fantasy of being with a professor, and in my last semester of university the fantasy came true. He was my teacher at university, and I his student. It was an exciting romance, at least the idea of it was.
