sikax wrote:I was an assistant in my high school's library for two years. I worked with the same three middle-aged women every day. A few days before graduating, one of them made an advance at me. As I was leaving the library for the penultimate time, she stopped me at the door, looked me in the eye, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt (or blouse, whatever old people wear), and said, "Jesse, I need a young man to take care of me."
I left the room without saying a word.
During my senior year, I volunteered to be a teacher's assistant because I wanted to put that on my college applications. I had a major crush on one of my history teachers(the hottest teacher I've ever had), so I asked her. She was in her late 20s, was of Hungarian heritage with "darker" features(dark olive skin, dark hair and eyes, etc), she had a very visible tattoo across her lower back("tramp stamp"), dressed sexily(pushing the limit of what might be "appropriate" for a high school teacher), she had a sort of sexy, raspy voice...and I mean...just exuded confidence and sexiness. It wasn't like I was going to try anything, I just wanted to be around her because I liked her a lot(which, in retrospect, is kind of creepy). She was the teacher all the guys talked about in the locker room. So, I became her TA...graded papers for her and what not. Other male students started winking at me and giving me high fives because they saw us together all the time...as if to say "I see what you're doing, you sly dog." We got closer, but maintained a pretty professional/appropriate relationship...joking around here and there. It turns out that spending a whole lot of time with someone you badly want to be with, while knowing you will never be able to do anything about it is pretty torturous.
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And I began to regret the whole thing.
Last day of school she calls me over to show me that some ignorant douche wrote that he wanted to "fuck her in the ass" on an assignment she had collected. And she was laughing and joking about it in a way that came across to me as surprisingly flirtatious. It was a side to her I hadn't seen, 'cause she was generally a no-nonsense kind of person. Like, she trusted me that much that she could joke with me about something like that. Like the "professional" pretenses had been dropped. I laughed nervously, then there was this weird, silent tension for a few seconds...as I started to wonder(probably delusionally/wishfully) if she was coming on to me. Then we said our goodbyes, then I left.
I was haunted by that for a while
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. Then I later realized that just because she might have been comfortable enough to joke around with me like that, doesn't mean she was necessarily coming on to me...even if one could argue it might have been inappropriate joking, given the social/professional context. So, what happened? Was she signaling that I should come back for her after I graduate? Or had I been friendzoned?
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