I was thinking in my Anthropology class on Monday night.
I wasn't thinking about Anthropology like I should have been. I was thinking about dating and the kind of people that I would be inerested in dating.
Yes, this topic began with thoughts of how dreamy my professor, Silas, is.
So, as I was drifting into Silas and my future in my imagination, I realized that I probably wouldn't ever actually be with him. No, not because he is my teacher, married and/or has 3 kids, but because he's knows what a crappy paper writer I am.
The same reason I could never date my dentist because he know what a crappy flosser I am.
The moral of the story is that I don't think I could ever date someone who ever has to grade, judge or direct me.
It would make me uncomfortable.
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