I inhale, too embarrassed to say anything. He probably saw that and said,Yeah, this girl is crazy, before shutting off his phone. Like I said, I’m just barely above my students’ maturity level, and that video proves it. I even went as far as getting dressed up in an Egyptian toga.
Many students have told me that I’m their favorite teacher, but they’re eleven years old. I’m sure some adults think I never grew up.
After twenty minutes, I give up. I throw my phone across the cushion and get up to pour myself a big glass of wine.
Before I make it to the couch, I hear the distinctive ding of my Tinder account. Almost spilling my wine, I rush over to the phone and swipe it on. To my surprise, it’s a video.
I click it and instantly laugh out loud at the sight of Drew wrapped in a sheet, singing his own rap. From what I can tell, it was shot with his phone resting on a dresser that’s about waist high. He has his shirt off, and his arms shine through the cream-colored fabric wrapped around him. They’re lean and tone with defined muscles, and his chest is … flawless.
His rap is only six lines long, but I’m dying, laughing the entire time. He’s playing the role really well, and when he leans down to turn off the camera, he makes a little face, playfully sticking his tongue out before clicking the video off.
I watch it over and over again, loving it more and more each time.
Me: I’m SO showing this to my students.
Drew: Don’t you dare. That was fun though.
Me. That was awesome. I give you an A!
Drew: Wow! Thanks, Teach.
Drew: That video was pretty cool though. I wish I’d had a teacher like you. School was never really my thing. I only had good grades so I could play sports.
Me: Hey, whatever motivates you, take it! I have a few students like you in my class. Doing stuff like this makes them realize that learning can be fun.
Drew: I would have had such a crush on you in elementary school.
Me: Ha! Don’t even talk like that. I can’t, just … no …
Drew: LOL! I said ME, not your students.
Me: Let’s talk about now instead. Would you say you have a crush on me now?
Drew: Absolutely. And after that video … <3
My face blushes when I send him a GIF of a girl seductively raising her eyebrows.
A few minutes pass, and I’m wondering if our conversation is over until he comes back with:
Drew: So, yeah, I just had to explain to one of my roommates why I was wearing my sheet as a toga. Thanks a lot for that one.
I laugh out loud.
Me: Sorry! What did they say?
Drew: That I must be pretty smitten with a girl to do that.
Me: Smitten?
Drew: Yeah, smitten. Do people even use that word anymore?
Me: Obviously, your roommate does.
Drew: OK, well, now that I’m fully embarrassed in my own home, I’ll let you go. How about I give you an actual call tomorrow?
Me: Sure. Call 867-5309.
Drew: Does that mean for a good-time call, or are you telling me, after that video, you’ll never give me your real number and you’d rather never talk to me again?
