there is always one…

one of those students. this time it’s the thing where she corners you after class with a question that turns into a 15 minute discussion about art and metaphor and meaning and quantum physics, and in any normal world where you weren’t 20 years older than her and her professor would be followed by “let’s go have a cup of coffee somewhere, and then fuck.”

add to that a little black dress with a silver brooch that on closer inspection turns out to be an x-wing fighter…?

fucking kill me now. what am i? made of stone…?

dave (doctorsilence.blogspot.com)