My very first semester in high school I had a first-period French teacher known to the class only as “Madame [“Mrs.”] Chism.” She was French Canadian but spoke American English without a French accent (“I’ll use an accent if you ask me to,” she offered.) She was older–may have had high-school-age children herself for all I knew–but she was shapely, and sometimes wore a tight red corduroy dress with a zipper front which I apparently hoped would come undone. How much of her sexy appearance was deliberate I can’t say; by the end of the Fall semester, in January 1964, I was the only boy in the class (when the semester started there were a total of four boys in the class), and, wouldn’t you know it, within about two months we moved away. Then again, she could have dressed to appeal to boys in other classes on a given day…
Two: Coupla Years ago, we had an art an english teacher named Ms. Dileo, as in “what’s the …”. She was a total bimbo, but man was she ever gorgeous. Read hair, like fire, with a little white stripe down the side, Fit body and a gorgeous face. She was a total flirt too…
Eight now, it’s our new swim coach. She’s not so much beautiful as she is ridiculously sexy. GReat tits, really fit and a very sultry appearance. Apparently, she’s a ditz too… sigh…
“C’mon, it’s not even tomorrow yet…” - Rupert
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I remember my french teacher. . . she wasn’t very big (5’2" or so) but she was hot. Very hot. Always dressed professionally, though. Sighs
We did get to see her in the bathtub during a slide show of Paris, but she was fully dressed and it was one of those itty bitty French tubs. How can anybody take a bath in one of those things?
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
There was a social studies teacher at my school who was SOOO hot. Alot of the girls thought so. Unfortunately he knew it. He also had a big ego and was a real jerk.
I dont remember any gorgeously distracting teachers…I had a crush on my HS English teacher, but it was more of the “Gee, I wish she was my mom instead” variety. However, I did have a very distracting Anthro teacher in college - he looked exactly like an aged Dobie Gillis, wore highwater pants, and delivered lectures like the teacher in “Ferris Beuller’s Day Off”. Except that every so often he’d shout a random syllable, regardless of where the accent ought to go in the word. “…it’s common practice to ARrange marriages in this TRIBE…” My theory was he did it to wake the students up.
Also had a distracting Latin teacher in college. He had a very thick German accent, and would start every class with a story he’d just read in the paper, about some woman (or rarely a man) who was murdered in a bizarre way, usually by her boyfriend, and usually thrown in a ditch. I have NO idea what paper he subscribed to, that he had one of these stories every damn day. He was also fascinated with Arnold Schwarzenegger, and loved to talk about the “R-r-r-r-robot-Cop” movies (as he called them). Dont remember a godblessit thing about either anthropology or Latin, cause I was always too busy trying to keep a straight face in class.
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My 10th grade geometry teacher. For some reason, his name is escaping me. It was Mr. Van-something. I used to spend the whole class just trying to find something wrong with his face. I couldn’t. It was flawless. He was gorgeous. And he was really, really nice to boot.
Although I can’t say that I absolutely favor one type of look over another, ever since that geometry class, I seem to be unusually drawn to dark-haired men with mustaches.
“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead
Omigod, my 9th-grade English teacher was SUCH a honey. A blond Mark Spitz type, with tight jeans (very scandalous, in the mid-70s), moustache, longish shaggy hair. I used to sit outside his class on my free periods to hear him lecture, so I now know way too much about Theodore Dreiser and F. Scott Fitzgerald.
English teacher was later fired for being gay (this being the 1970s), and thereby began a recurring theme in my love life . . .