The Math Teacher

I must start this off by saying how much I love math! I love everything about math. It is by far my favorite subject to teach! I had a HUGE crush on my Trigonometry teacher in college. So much so that I actually woke up for my 7:30am class to see his beautiful face. I also became his grader for several semesters as well, so I definitely CAN find math teachers attractive & want to date them. However, this particular math teacher is NOT that guy.

I had been talking to The Math Teacher for several weeks before he finally asked me out. We had a lot in common: our love of math & our love of Broadway musicals. This last fact left me wary, but I kept telling myself that Lin Manuel Miranda was at one time a teacher & he loves Broadway, so maybe he's not gay! I must admit, that some of our conversations were a bit boring, like what I imagine kids who don't like math feel like when they have to talk to their math teacher. However, we had so much in common that I did want to meet up.

The Math Teacher told me several times today that we was excited to finally meet me. He even sent me the address of the "restaurant" (I'm quoting restaurant here because it was Mi Ranchito) so that I would know exactly where to go. That's a good teacher move-make sure there is no possible way the students can misunderstand your directions. When we sit down at our table I notice something a little different. On one hand he has a ring on his pinky and on the other hand he has an almost identical ring on his middle finger. I don't question it, but mentally file this as the possible time of death for later. He begins talking like he has memorized a monologue. He has little to no interest in anything I have to say or any stories that I have from summer school. However, he really wants to tell me about his teaching schedule for next year, some technology things he's learned so far this summer, etc. Absolutely NONE of this applies to me or my school or 5th grade so I just nod my head. Finally he starts talking about Broadway! We have a decent exchange since we both are pretty well versed in musicals. He clearly is still pretty bitter about not getting cast in his 8TH GRADE play & that ruined theater for him in high school. Only recently has he gotten back into it. Let it go buddy, let it go! (Maybe if I had sung that like Elsa he would've listened to me!) Needless to say, as soon as dinner was over, this date was over too. One good thing may come from this though-I may have a new theater going buddy! (Don't worry, I'd pay for my own ticket!)

Time of death: The second I saw that 2nd ring!