OMG! I am in love!

Hello stranger! I've been wondering where you'd gone off to. Tell us more about this professor.
 
What kind of "pass"?

Is a "pass" beyond flirtation or simply just very direct?
 
Rambling Rose said:
Hello stranger! I've been wondering where you'd gone off to. Tell us more about this professor.

Hi! What's up? I've been off-line all summer...
I can't really say much more, except that I am in love.
 
Sorry. I know him. He is a letch if he is anything like the professors in college I knew who hit on students. If he isn't, congratulations!
 
OK. He's not a professor, as it turns out. But he's a letch, and, OMG, I am in love. He broke into my garage last night and left a teddie bear there for me...stradling my Huffy.

Fall is the season for romance.
 
I love that feeling. *blush* I made a pass at my professor today... he got all red and flustered. It was cute.
 
I fell in love with a professor once

Turned out the prof's academic record was a complete sham. Since my own educational credentials were also fabricated I felt both a bonding with the prof and, simulataneously, total revultion - what kind of acamedician could perpetrate falsehoods on so many eager minds?

Me, I expected nothing less than a propped up resume from myself. But from a professor? The SHAME!

I couldn't live with the lies. The love faded...

The rest is history.
 
Olivianna said:


A can of WD-40. He likes to tie me up and oil my joints.

I find massage oil works better and stings less. Was he oiling your bike?
 
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