have a scandalous relationship with a professor at my university

i got eyes today from a man who looked very much like a professor today in the reading room at the library. very strange. it wasn’t creepy pervert eyes, just eyes. the man looked like a prof. he had a scarf, a briefcase type leather bag, glasses, a professor sweater, a smarmy look on his face and mad professor type hair. he looked like he was reading a journal and taking notes or something. only problem is he was definetly pat my preferably under 50 rule. well i mean the word ‘preferably’ doesn’t really outline a ‘rule’ so to speak. oh erika. what have you become?

i may have to go outside the circle of profs who actually teach my classes if i want to continue with this goal! maybe i will even branch into SMU territory? no…. i’m not that desperate yet.

so far the closest thing to this goal was when last night, we were at the lower deck and we were approached by a man who claimed he used to play on the canadian national basketball team and that he also was a coach for the dal girls basketball team…. boooooooooo!

i saw a sexy prof today and asked him for the time. he seemed polite and nice. he was handsome and young. i feel he may be a good candidate for my venture. he also had glasses and a nice shirt. and he smiled at me. which is key. unforetunatly the semester is basically over. i might have to restart this goal in january.

i just figure, i am young and the time is nigh to finally do something stupid in my life. i have romanticized this idea in my head probably far too much. i dont even have a particular professor in mind. just some nerdy (preferably under 50years old) professor who takes me on lunch dates and we lounge around in his small apartment listening to music while he tells me about his stupid students and i play with an old globe. basically this is a fantasy. fantasy turned goal?