Hot for Teacher

The next thing I knew I was sort of pinned back in the corner of the couch with her almost on top of me.

I’d been in Canada about two months and had gone on a few dates.  Nothing exceptional, but nothing overly crappy either.  After my first attempt at the “Do you have some American in you” line I decided to retire it and put it on the shelf for now.  I’m not saying that I would never bring it out again; it just didn’t work the way I thought it would.

Now that I think about it there was one interesting date.  I met a girl online and as we chatted she mentioned this really cool dog park that was also a nature area.  It was huge and fenced in so the dogs could roam about as you walked the trails.  I thought that sounded like a cool place to take Lucy and meet up with her.  We set a date and time and I arrived just after she did.

We started walking and talking and her dog and mine were getting along great.  We came down a hill and after rounding a corner we ran into…her boyfriend.  I have to admit that it’s a bit awkward to be on a date and have the girl give another guy a hug and a pretty long kiss.  Apparently he got off work early and knew that she would be there so he decided to come and surprise her.  What a bitch.

That’s not who this story is about.  This story is a happier story.  This is a story about one of the rare occasions where I actually had game.  I’ve said in the past that I’m generally not smooth and that I don’t have a lot of game.  I’m not necessarily proud of that fact, but I’m not ashamed.  It’s who I am.  It’s how I roll.

I met Teacher by accident.  That’s not entirely accurate.  I knew that I was going to meet her, but I didn’t know that I would be asking her out and that we would date for more than four months.  It’s kind of funny how things happen.

While living in Long Beach, California, Drama Queen played violin.  She started in third grade and played all the way through the middle of sixth grade when we moved to Canada.  After being in Ontario a month or so I decided that she needed to get involved in some sort of extra-curricular activity.  She was kind of pissing me off at the time, so being the good, loving father that I was I decided to see about violin lessons—knowing she would hate it.

I called a couple different music schools and wasn’t impressed with what I heard.  I called a third one and got the owner of the studio on the phone.  She was pleasant and invited me to the studio to see the facilities and ask any questions I may have.  We decided to meet on a Tuesday morning at 11 AM.

I arrived right on time and walked in the door.  Once inside I was greeted by a pretty 6 ft. tall blond woman.  I’ll admit that some fairly impure thoughts ran through my head at that moment and as we toured the different studios I imagined some alternative uses for the equipment.  I’m a guy.  Cut me a break, OK?

We chatted a few moments about my just moving to Ontario and the fact that her ex-husband was a radio producer and engineer.  She had pretty eyes and a nice smile and I’m a bit ashamed to admit that when she was talking I was too busy planning my move to really hear what she said.

She told me what her hourly rate for a private lesson was and I wondered what she would charge me for a private lesson.  I decided to make my move and I pounced.  I told her that the rate sounded good and that I would really like to take her to lunch sometime.  I fully expected her to say that she didn’t date parents of students or to come up with some lame excuse to blow me off.

Imagine my surprise when her eyes lit up, her smile grew and she said that she would love to.  I asked her when she would be free and she told me that she was free until 1 PM and how about we go now?  HELL YEAH!!!

I walked in looking for violin lessons for Drama Queen and walked out on a date with a pretty teacher.  How cool was that?  Maybe I had more game than I thought I had.  Maybe she was desperate for a date.  Maybe she was just hungry and left her wallet at home.  Whatever the reason was, I didn’t care.

We climbed into my car and she asked what I wanted for lunch.  I explained that since I had been there such a short time I really didn’t know the area, so I would let her decide.  She picked a local dive known for their wings and burgers.  I didn’t know it at the time, but I would soon learn that wings are one of the four Canadian food groups, which are: beer, wings, pizza and poutine.  If you think Americans eat like crap, track what a typical Canadian eats in a week…

We grabbed a table and scanned the menu.  I occasionally looked over the top of my menu at her and noticed that she was doing the same.  So far so good.  She was a bit intrigued at my being an American and I was a bit intrigued at her cuteness and at her being intrigued by me.

I can be charming when the situation calls for it and that day I was on top of my game.  She was smiling.  She was laughing.  She was digging me.  I was digging her too.  This was definitely a good thing.

Our food arrived and we kept talking as we shared an order of wings and a plate of nachos.  She told me about her three boys (14, 12 and 9) and I told her about Drama Queen (D.Q., then 11 at the time).  She was really into the date and halfway through lunch she mentioned that she would like to go out again.  “Soon” was the word she used. The radio station I was going to work for wasn’t on the air yet, so my days were wide open.

We decided on lunch again two days later and as I dropped her off at the studio I went to kiss her on the cheek.  As I did, she turned her cheek so that I planted it square on her lips.  “Sweet”, I thought.  This was going better than I hoped.

We traded e-mails over the next two days, each more flirty than the previous one.  She suggested that for our second date we meet at the school again and since it would be empty, why didn’t I bring a bottle of wine, some salami, cheese and bread and eat as we sat on the couch and talked.  “Yeah,” I thought.  “Talk.  Let’s go with that…”

I arrived and we sat on the couch, poured the wine, took a sip and started kissing.  The next thing I knew I was sort of pinned back in the corner of the couch with her almost on top of me.  It was nearly time for her next lesson and except for a wine refill and a couple bites of food, kissing was all we did on the date.

Our clothes remained on and we never did have sex in the school (sigh…).  I was hot for Teacher and Teacher was hot for me.  It had been a long time since a woman was that into me and I was excited to see where this thing would go.  Hell yeah, eh.  Hell yeah.

J.R.