We’ve all been there.
I’m currently taking a sketch writing class, taught by possibly the hottest guy I’ve seen… in NY… so far. He’s so hot, I can’t see any flaws in his personality. (That’s when you know you’ve got it crazy bad. That, and also when you cannot conceive that he might have knowledge you are capable of farting. That's when you know you have a crush that is harmful to your self esteem.)
Every time he makes eye contact with me, I go into a trance. He’s moving his mouth like he’s talking, perhaps imparting valuable knowledge, and all I hear is “Ally, I could push you up against a wall, and kiss you.”
I don’t think I’ve heard a word he’s said all class. I am petrified of showing him my work. I’m scared to even write, knowing he’ll read it. I’ll spend a week on a pathetic sketch (yes pathetic, but we’re learning), only for him to tear it apart (and rightly so). Only I can’t hear what he’s saying because I'm too busy looking at his jawline. I am definitely not getting my money’s worth here. I need to transfer to another class, but like a moth to bug zapper, I keep doing my hair nice, and going back for more.
So I guess the biggest lesson he has taught me is… when your teacher is hot, listen to your brains, not your box. Transfer to a class with a teacher that you don't imagine taking barefoot strolls on a beach with. One that doesn’t emit pheromones that are so intoxicating, you get tipsy just being in the same room as him. One that you don’t wonder – “what might his left shoulder taste like?”.
Then you will be ready to learn. And if you are looking for eye candy… then there’s always Saki Rauva.
Voted the most beautiful man in the world.
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