I’ve been pondering what to do over an email a few weeks ago (which completely slipped my mind… oops!). It was sent by an old college tutor who I’ve not seen in about 5 years. He was my favourite at the time; like no man I’d met before, but I still can’t quite put my finger on what attracted me to him. One of those primal chemical attractions, I suppose. I do know that we spent a lot more of my tutorials discussing our lives than we did the subject he was supposed to be teaching me! I always hoped that he’d make a move – I was too naive and inexperienced to do it myself – so I amused myself by going out of my way to catch his attention and ‘nearly drove [him] to distraction’ (to quote his email). Short skirts, revealing tops, you know the sort of thing…! What made it worse, is that he had the perfect opportunity to do so, as all of our tutorials were one-to-one. In a room on the second floor with a lockable door, no less, so noone would have walked in on our unique curriculum. But he didn’t. Not because he was too professional, oh no, but because he’d been accused of getting involved with a pupil once before, and he didn’t want to have misread the situation and have that all brought up again. So, nothing happened. I continued to be a terrible flirt until I left (and I still am!) – and I haven’t seen him since. Now, he writes saying how he doesn’t want me to be his greatest regret. It’s strange – now I’m out of that schoolroom setting, now that he isn’t forbidden – he’s lost his allure. Bet he wishes that he took his chance whilst he could – I’m quite certain there’s a few others who would have done if they were in his place! xx
