I’m a female 3L taking a seminar class from an adjunct professor highly regarded in his field. Last week I went by his office and sensed something stirring in him. Initially, this revelation made me nervous, but the more I think about it the wider my grin gets. True said professor is nearly twice my age, but he’s in really good shape, and I hardly notice his gray hair. I’ve never dated a professor before (well, I did do a few laps with my swimming instructor at “The Real HU,” but does that really count? I already knew how to stroke.)
Thinking about doing professor of legal easement
If we had a dollar for every friend who had found herself in this situation, we’d have enough for a tall latte. In case you haven’t heard, the pickings are slim for professional black women, so if you have on your tip a gainfully employed gentleman who can even teach you something, we say rock the bells! (We’re assuming you’re no legal Doogie Howser but are in fact well over the age of consent). We would advise your waiting until the end of the semester, after grades have been submitted. Remember, in the early stages of a relationship, it is about showing your brains, not giving them.
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