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This piece is part of our Formative Years serieswhere writers reflect on their college experience. Like so many wide-eyed college kids before me, I had a crush on my professor. It all began 10 years this week.
As I hurried to class, I thought about the last year. Even though I was 19 now, in the last year I had discovered I was somewhat of an oversexed nympho compared to most girls my age. This was the first time I lived away from home.
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I was nubile, nineteen, innocent sort ofstill plagued by the hangover insecurities of adolescence, five feet and five inches. It was the May of my sophomore year of college, and I had developed a friendship with one of the graduate students who lived in my dorm as an academic advisor and quasi-authority figure. We became friends because we both were forced to take lunch at due to afternoon classes and shared vaguely similar academic interests.
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D'costas had always fascinated me, what with his dark eyes, Indian tan skin, and lush red lips. I met him at college, but he wasn't a student; he was an English professor, my English professor, and just a few years older than my nineteen years. Professor D'costas always noticed me from behind his dark rimmed glasses.
It started out innocently enough. I had a question, and so I went to see him during evening office hours. Truth be told, I had many questions.
Skip navigation! Story from Sex. Many of us have, at some point, had crushes on our teachers, but how often do these fantasies come to fruition?
I was doing a year abroad in Prague. The classes were mostly taught in English by Czech professors. They were kind of dumb classes, like courses in Czech architecture and Czech history. There was even a course in the plays of Vaclav Havel, the playwright who became the first Czech president after the fall of the Soviet Union.