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well, at least I didn't offer up my ovaries or anything
children of dune - leto 1
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Sometimes, I honestly feel my life is a strange sitcom, meant only for very boring books or someone's really bad joke.

Home-visit parent-teacher conference.

Basically, what would have made this better is alcohol--these two men are Turkish, and one is unbelievably hot, and that would be the damned math teacher. The computer science teacher was friendly and talked a lot, the math teacher not so much. I realized abruptly I was in a room with two men not of my immediate family and/or boyfriends of sisters, and also realized it's been a damn long time since I had to interact with males I do not share a blood relationship with or work with or, as above, boyfriends of sister.

I'm seriously not kidding here. The guy was just--God. I mean, Jesus Christ. I should have taken a picture.

You're probably wondering how the confernce went; I have no idea. I think it went well, God know what I said, but they told me nothing particularly new about hsi academics, they covered ground on what fifth grade would be like, more advanced math, beginning electronics, a little on teh afterschool program I enrolled him in. I told them what I was doing with Child--which is so far Chicago in March and a programming camp this summer, assuming I am careful with my money, but seriously, a camp where you learn to write your own video games! HOW COOL IS THAT? Apparently they just started sudoku, which just amused the hell out of me, he showed off his lizard and talked for a bit. It was basically the longest thirty minutes of my life.

This is my life. And it's so cliched, that I'm lusting over the math teacher. Which according to my usual MO, means I avoid avoid avoid. Turkish. Different religion. Probably married. So attractive it was physically painful to look at him.

Teaches math. Male model math teacher.

I get the horrified feeling I'm falling into a rageprufrock AU.


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Hee! Oh that is just the best. My son's teacher is a bitchy old woman. I am jealous.

He was very pretty. It was very, very surreal.

Ah, but there are SO many worse places you could fall into. *g* And least you got 30 minutes of math pretty delivered right to your doorstep! Beats the hell outta my day! : D

Okay, that is a good point. Very pretty. Very disconcerting for me.

Our fire alarm went off at work today. This meant evacuating the building. We were standing on this bridge thing between the parking structure and the building. The room containing the fire alarm system was right below us. Three of us spent a pleasant twenty minutes appreciating the firefighters and paramedics.
"That one's fine."
"Oooh, check out blue baseball cap coming down the sidewalk."
"Too bad that one has all that gear on, he's got potential but it's hard to tell..."

*dies* I would totally have been there with you, too.

*Nice* afternoon.

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God, I remember calculator programming. *sighs nostalgically*

Yes, I figure I'll document every time I see him from now on in horirfying detail. *sad*

My stepsister is married to a Turkish man who's pretty much the most heathen muslim the world has ever seen, which is an affliction a lot of educated/westernized Turks suffer from, so the different religion wouldn't necessarily be an obstacle (unless it is on your side). Can't help you on the married part though ;-)

*grins* I dated a Syrian-American muslim, and it was--different. He was torn between being really religious and really really high.

So true, religion might not be.

...I am actually at the religion place. Le sigh. But God, so attractive.

I get the horrified feeling I'm falling into a rageprufrock AU.

Hee! You know, that thought went through my head as I was halfway through this post.

Smart AND pretty. Really, you can't go wrong with that to brighten your day. :D

Wait - you're sending us your kid in March? On behalf of Chicago, we accept. ;)

Man, I want to go to your kid's school and I am meant to have already passed school. I only wish that someone bothered to show me about electronics before my final exam on it where I spent a lot of time flailing around going 'omg, what???'. Let alone in fifth grade.

*sob* I mean I adored my math teacher cause he was sarcastic as hell and well, actually was good at maths (versus every other maths teacher I've ever had), but you get a pretty one too.

I am jealous of your strange sitcom. :P

he showed off his lizard and talked for a bit.

*blink* *blink*

Who, the Turkish math teacher?

*flees*

That, I am ashamed to say, was exactly what I thought of when I read that ;)

If the hot math teacher moonlights as a musician in a local club and refuses to get signed by record companies, I say the gods of SGA AUs have given you the green light to, um, Rodney him. (That's totally a verb by now. Right?)

.............I find that talking to a person over 3 days will cure you of any desire whatsoever of fucking him.

Teaches math. Male model math teacher.

I get the horrified feeling I'm falling into a rageprufrock AU.


::nods seriously::
It certainly looks that way....

(my advice, go for it! If he's married, or gay, or whatever relationship bomb is out there, hopefully he'll let you know right away.)

There's always the ironic joking "Are you taken? Because I'm trying to decide if I should sexually harrass you in an inappropriate manner, and I don't want to step on anyone's toes." If he is it's a good laugh, if he's not it's Stage 1 of Operation: Flirt the Pants Off Him.

I can tell it's spring. :grins:

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