This is a topic that is emotional to me. I am married now but the pain is still there. Not allowing students and professors to date takes on a whole new meaning in a smaller town (pop <15,000) then it does in a city.
The college I taught at did not allow profs to date students. Not a big deal I thought. I took the position, moved 1000 miles away from ‘home’ and was SINGLE.
After I started, I found out the policy was all students and not just my students. I was 24 and most everyone of appropriate dating age was attending or going part time to the college. The guy-gal ratio in Wyoming was already tilted against me and most of my ‘prospects’ were ineligible.
I was excited about starting out in a career and didn’t mind it so much. As time went on, I started wanting more and more to get a girlfriend. It was getting fucking lonely (double entendre intended
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Not wanting to violate the college rules, I never asked out students but started getting more forward in asking for women’s phone numbers after meeting them. All of a sudden, I had a couple complaints against me for breaking the rules about asking students out. I had to drag my ass into an admin’s office and explain myself. Turns out that I asked out students but I didn’t know. Seems I should have asked for their name, asked them to wait and call the college to see if they were students or something. I guess I could have asked the woman themselves but it is awkward enough the way it is without having to ask things like that starting off.
So, tail between my leg, I drug my sorry ass off to deal and I did. From then on, I asked if they were students. For the next two years, my dating life was ok, not great but I was locked out of the really interesting population. My dates tended to be with uneducated, boring women with no real excitement to me.
Now, another complaint. I went in furious because I was careful! Turns out that someone complained that I asked them out and, while not a student, they were thinking about becoming one!!! She was upset that she would have to aviod my classes since, by rejecting me, I might hold a grudge. They understood my side and agreed I did nothing wrong and then informally TOLD ME NOT TO ASK ANYONE OUT AGAIN. I verified with them that they really, really were serious that I was to never date again and they confirmed it.
I quit that year, moved to a large city and took a non-teaching job. In the first few months I had many dates with attractive, fun, interesting women and ended up marrying one. It was like a breath of fresh air.
Now, in a large city, having a taboo on teacher/student dating should work becareful of what you are asking of profs in smaller towns.