The other day I went out to dinner with my old Calculus teacher. The setting was perfect. The food? Fantastic. He was smelling good and looking even better. He showed up with flowers (I didn’t even know people did that anymore) and was the ultimate gentleman the entire night. The conversation flowed freely between us. He did just the right amount of flirting, and was unbelievably charming. He finished off the night with a kiss on the hand after walking me to my door.

But something didn’t feel quite right…

If it had been with anyone else, I would have put this one down in the books as one of the top five dates I’ve been on. I just couldn’t get over the fact that this was my old teacher. Yes, he was the most attractive teacher at my school, but in my mind he was a TEACHER, a.k.a. someone OFF-LIMITS. At dinner I kept scanning the room to make sure I didn’t see anyone who knew us both, which of course, made me feel guilty for being out on a date with him. It was like I was doing something forbidden…


which of course turned me on.