On the receiving end.
After I got out of college, I decided to substitute teach for money while I looked for a job.

My old high school hired me regularly for the next four years, so I basically re-did high school and even went to the graduation to say goodbye to some students. However, because I had a babyface, I looked too much like the students (hence tie and facial hair were a must).

Anyhow, at the graduation, one student asked to stay in touch while she was in the army. No problem, as I was going to Iowa for grad school and the mail would be nice (pre-email days). Besides, I didn't see her all summer, so I wasn't expecting more than a letter while she suffered through boot camp and nothing more after she made some friends.

Well, it was no problem until we both went home for Christmas and decided to get together, and I introduced her to some friends fresh out of the army (to give her advice).

I drive her home, and she proceeds to tell me that on the first day I subbed for her class, the talk in the lunchroom was "who's that cute sub for Mr. F"?

Then when we hugged goodbye, she decided to use her tongue to see if I had any tonsils.

My in-shock thoughts were:
"She's kissing me; I should do something; I should either stop it or kiss back..." By the time "stop it" registered in my addled brain, her parents drove up behind us.

So I pulled away, pointed this out, and she stopped. Then she got out and said goodbye. When I asked what it was all about, she just smiled and waved goodbye and shut the door.

I had to drive four hours back to Iowa that night with the incident on my mind; and she was leaving for Georgia, too, so no chance to straighten things out. And I sure didn't want to hang around whilst the parents were there.

So while driving though farm country in the dark, listening to the new tape my brother made for me, I hear Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher." It was not funny then.

With the new year, she starts sending me more-and-more obsessive letters about listening to wolves howl around barracks at night and her calling my name (my surname is Wolf).

I spend two days typing out a three-page, single-spaced letter saying, basically, "you're a nice girl, but this isn't appropriate" and giving reasons, including distance and ANYTHING I can think of.

And she calls on Valentine's Day and says that she knew I felt the same way about her.

While she is saying this, I've called up the letter on my computer and am scrolling through it furiously trying to find ANYTHING that could have been taken that way, and I just don't see it.

While stalling, I ask her what it is she wants from me roughly 1,000 miles away.

She replies, "I love you Mr. Wolf. I've loved you for five years."

The fact that she doesn't use my first name made it all that much more creepy.

I reply that we haven't known each other for even four yet.

Thankfully, the letters start to taper off, although given her trouble with the army, a friend says he's waiting for her to show up a my door, gone AWOL.

Turns out later she married another soldier in May, after the last time I hear from her, and they leave the army and she immediately gets pregnant.

Last I heard, she decided she was lesbian and was divorcing him.

I wonder what she's doing these days, some 10 years later. But I'm not sure I really want to find out.
(ChiTown Guy Dating when 35+: sane, single, attractive - pick 2, Fri 29 Sep 2006, 23:05, Reply)