Went to a girls’ school with few male teachers that weren’t at least in their 40s, going up to retirement. The psychology teacher was the only exception to the generally advanced age rule, he was only in his 20s I think, and did wind up hooking up with a 19-year old who had just left for a year or so. Never really saw the attraction myself, he always just looked smug to me.
There was one other teacher, who taught German, who everyone used to joke about having a crush on, (largely based on him also tutoring the running club, and constantly wandering through the school in spandex shorts) though he was rather bald and somewhere in his 50s. That kind of stopped though after he left his wife for a just-ex student, age 16. A girl who up to that point had been his son’s girlfriend. Ewwwww.
My 10th grade geometry teacher was decidedly NOT hot, but I’d have done him in a heartbeat…
I loved his mind. Many of us girls did. Math was FUN in his class!
He was a married guy. I did understand I could get him in BIG trouble… so I didn’t try anything*
*but some of us rewrote a song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show to deal with nonEuclidean geometers/tries and his helping us learn them. We sang it to him one day. He blushed
Agreed… my high school composition teacher especially. Fun guy, incredibly intelligent. But would I sleep with him? Never. (straight female here)
There was one teacher in my high school, math teacher I think, that my guy friends were nuts over. She was also an actress in a lot of local productions, and that just really got the guys going for some reason. :rolleyes:
Absolutely! My 9th grade English teacher was a major babe. Also, the guidance councilor, while not particularly hot, literally lived next door. My bedroom window was just across the driveway from her bedroom window. Never saw anything, but I sure fantasized about it.
Fantasizing about it was all I did though. I managed to graduate high school a virgin. Hell, I mowed the lawn of a porn star and managed to avoid getting laid.
Are we drawing a distinction between “idly fantasized about screwing a teacher” and “made a serious effort to seduce a teacher”?
For me, there were several teachers in Category One and one – my senior-year English teacher – in Category Two. She was striking rather than pretty, and in her late forties or early fifties. I hit on her pretty damned hard; she once asked with a half-smile whether I always came on so strong. I went beyond fantasizing about her to strategizing ways to convince her that I could be trusted to keep my mouth shut – I never flirted with her in front of anyone else, for example, and never put anything concrete in writing (she had us keep journals in which she would write responses; I made some veiled comments in mine that would have looked completely innocent to anyone else).
For her part, I think she was flattered and juuuust a TINY bit tempted. She certainly never shut me down cold, just danced away from the edge. If I’d ever managed to wear her down, I would certainly have gone through with it, and I would never have told a soul – not even you people.
Yeah, she later met my ex-wife and told her "I wanted to, but he didn’t seem interested.’ Argh! I am, and always have been, utterly worthless at reading “signals” from women.
Nope, but I don’t think anybody but you has admitted to the latter.
I slept with a teacher in college, but those were unusual circumstances. I’d never have had the balls to hit on my hot 9th grade English teacher (she was quite obviously dating the gym teacher, and he was neither small nor pacific), nor my even hotter 10th grade French teacher, and after that I was at a school whose faculty consisted entirely of Christian Brothers & the occasional nun.
