things that prove your planets are spinning incorrectly
I think a professor was hitting on me today...
I was sitting in the English department waiting for my professor's office hours and this man walked up to me. I recognized him because he spoke at a GLBTA event once and I'm sure he remembered me from the same function, as there were very few people there and I was one of the few that spoke. He introduced himself as Chris, which I thought was oddly personal (I would have said "Professor Sullivan," personally). He followed that up by asking what I was working on--at the time, my cinema 190 paper. We talked a bit about the movies I was writing on, and he started to sell me on his class; I was not surprised there, this is what professors do here. What did surprise me was:
"I'd really like to have you in the class."
This is the first time we've ever spoken. I could be a rabid, baby-raping serial killer for all he knows. And yet, very personal, very engaged. He followed that with the awkward pleasantries of a bashful man on his way to the next thing, and wished me a pleasant Thanksgiving break. I know I'm probably definitely reading into it, but I fancy the idea of a thirty-something prof getting all starry-eyed for a 19-year-old freshman he barely knows.
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Conversely, I've found that the more GLBTA events I go to, the more I realize I don't fit in the "gay scene." I was just at "Genderfcuk," the grand finale of "Gender Justice Week," or more accurately, just another excuse to throw a dance party. I got there and realized very quickly that it was not going to be a good night: Joe came with some other gay guy from the Linguistics department, making me feel awkward to make shameless passes. Nate came with his ex, Jordan, and clung to him all night, not saying "hi" to me despite definitely seeing me there. I guess they've patched things up. And, as usual, the attractive fags like Jake and Montana and Sam don't give me the time of day. Which leads me to settle, which leads me to catastrophes like last Saturday night. I can't stand being vulnerable like this. Just *sigh*
I was sitting in the English department waiting for my professor's office hours and this man walked up to me. I recognized him because he spoke at a GLBTA event once and I'm sure he remembered me from the same function, as there were very few people there and I was one of the few that spoke. He introduced himself as Chris, which I thought was oddly personal (I would have said "Professor Sullivan," personally). He followed that up by asking what I was working on--at the time, my cinema 190 paper. We talked a bit about the movies I was writing on, and he started to sell me on his class; I was not surprised there, this is what professors do here. What did surprise me was:
"I'd really like to have you in the class."
This is the first time we've ever spoken. I could be a rabid, baby-raping serial killer for all he knows. And yet, very personal, very engaged. He followed that with the awkward pleasantries of a bashful man on his way to the next thing, and wished me a pleasant Thanksgiving break. I know I'm probably definitely reading into it, but I fancy the idea of a thirty-something prof getting all starry-eyed for a 19-year-old freshman he barely knows.
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Conversely, I've found that the more GLBTA events I go to, the more I realize I don't fit in the "gay scene." I was just at "Genderfcuk," the grand finale of "Gender Justice Week," or more accurately, just another excuse to throw a dance party. I got there and realized very quickly that it was not going to be a good night: Joe came with some other gay guy from the Linguistics department, making me feel awkward to make shameless passes. Nate came with his ex, Jordan, and clung to him all night, not saying "hi" to me despite definitely seeing me there. I guess they've patched things up. And, as usual, the attractive fags like Jake and Montana and Sam don't give me the time of day. Which leads me to settle, which leads me to catastrophes like last Saturday night. I can't stand being vulnerable like this. Just *sigh*