But I was in for another rude awakening when I found out the main purpose of this class was for us to design a research project and at the end, write a page proposal.
Totally makes sense and a very useful thing for me to learn how to do. Reading a surrealist novel in French made more sense to me than designing a research experiment did.
Did I mention I was a humanities major? What the hell kind of research experiment could I possibly design?
We corresponded regularly about each benchmark leading up to the final paper, but soon our emails grew to sharing concepts and current events related to my project, then to just funny things we found on the internet we thought the other would enjoy.
How could you not see the hookup coming? Yeah, I was closer to Jared than any of the other students were to their TS mentors but I thought it I hook up with my teacher because we were the only two Humanities people in a science-y class.
We just got each other, you know? Two people sharing funny internet articles does hardly an affair make. Did you guys do it?
Did he have a big…. We hung out outside of class for the first time over the summer at a kitschy bar in an up-and-coming neighborhood.
We each had a beer; then we moved on to a swanky cigar bar with a I hook up with my teacher patio. I had a mojito; he had tequila. At that point it was nearing 8 or 9 and I needed to drive home in the near future, so we headed over to a nearby restaurant to grab dinner sober up. Also drunk driving is not my M. Why did I throw in that stellar recommendation? Because eventually our superior deductive reasoning led us to the conclusion that the only way to include turning up, me getting back to house sit, and no DUI charges was to take advantage of the aforementioned open bar at said house.
And not just like, gave me a peck, no. He kissed me; he really kissed me. Questions were firing inside my brain like neurons.
Wait, oh my god, what is happening?
Is this really happening? Shit, what should I do? Should I like pull away, or…?
Why the fuck am I letting this go on for so long? This was definitely weird. How long had he thought I was cute? Is that why he wanted me to stay in the class so badly, so he could hook up with me? For so long I had thought our dynamic was this cool and unique thing.
Now I just felt cheap. We positioned ourselves on the couch with some strategic distance between us.
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But at some point in the middle of a second episode of Baggage quality TV programmingwe started making out again. The whole experience—hooking up with someone who was ten years my senior and oh yeah, also used to be in a position of somewhat authority over me—was new.
This is too weird. We went to bed.