I’ve been waiting for a thread like this to appear on the SD because I have a personal story for just this kind of thing:
My junior year at the University of Arizona I met an older (older than me…she was 28) female at a piano concert on campus. Turns out she was a philosophy prof. at the UofA, and she didn’t even know I was a student until I told her. We hit it off and started seeing each other regularly. We had this discussion a few times and she made it very clear that she would never date one of her students, past or present, until they had left the school altogether, just to be safe. Since I was a business major, she figured it would be alright to date me. Well, I enrolled in her class in the second semester because I still needed an elective credit and it fit perfectly in my desired time slot. I knew it was her class, but because it was open to enroll 200 students, I figured I could slink in undetected in a hat and sunglasses. Turns out I could, and like a lot of classes I had, I only needed to show up 5-6 times a month anyways.
Fast forward to finals week, I take the test and walk to the front to turn it in. Of course standard procedure is that you show your student ID as you hand it in to make sure the person taking the test is you. I figured I was “busted” at this point, so I just strolled up to the front, slapped my ID on the desk in front of her and said, “I’ll pick you up at 8 tonight…don’t be late.” She was speechless with shock, and I just walked out of the room.
She called my cell phone shortly there after and cancelled on me. I figured I would let her take some time to calm down and get some thoughts together, so I called her a couple of days later. No matter how I explained it to her, she just couldn’t let it go, so she let me go. Looking back I can understand, I mean I did betray her trust and could have gotten her in serious trouble had anyone found out, but she was just too perfect for me to let any rational thoughts presuade me otherwise.
Sad ending, but a worthwhile college experience for me. I still visit Tucson twice annually, and we can usually spend a few hours together, but the conversation always comes back to our little foray, leaving us both to wonder, “What if?”