Inappropriate crushesAs a teenager I was obsessed by my piano teacher - I hated playing the piano, but carried on because she was so lovely. OK, it was because she used to wear very plunging necklines.
I even stopped practicing because the worse I was, the more she'd sit at the piano to show me how to play a piece and I could stand behind her and look down her top.
Aaaaargh. Confess your own crushes so I don't look like a breast-obssessed stalker.
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chthonic, Thu 28 Sep 2006, 10:42)
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Pissed horny DrunkardI believe it is compulsory for female postgrads to want to bone their supervisors. Mine is 50, from Norf Lundun, has a pronounced rhotacism ("Welease Woger!") and looks like he should be hosting Gardening Australia (but has the wrong accent to be Peter Cundall). His legs are too short for his body and he is left-handed, which for reasons unknown gives me the horn something terrible. He is so very, very British, like Razzle and Mayfair and Benny Hill and Viz.
In the brief moments between him being my lecturer and him being my supervisor, we went out for a beer together, and I may or may not have drunkenly inquired as to whether a rock was out of the question. Then we ran into his wife. At least I can take comfort in the knowledge that he clearly appreciates larger women. :(
(, Fri 29 Sep 2006, 14:00, Reply)
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