Some people couldn't wrap their minds around the fact I, a 15 year hold high school graduate had not had a date.  All of the little College biddies that used to surround me after my math class seemed to be determined to hook me up on blind dates.  They usually got pissed when I didn't show up.

The problem was, I could not bring myself to care about the football star, nor the nerdy little geeks in the corner giving more love to their computers than women.  They just didn't do it for me.  My mind was far to advanced to even give them a second thought aside from, pass the fries.

However, one day, the fates of probability slapped me across the face.  Junior Year of College, I got into one of the higher level math classes, one of the small ones with about ten people inside.  My Professor as Martin Darcey.  An aging man of about 57 years old, intelligent and wise.  However, I didn't believe so after I got my fist assignment back.  He gave me a B.  My FIRST B in a class ever.  He told me that my formula's were right, but I was lacking creativity.  The arguments I had with that man were always humorous to think about afterwards.  I would always yell and try to prove my point, however he would just sit back calmly and state his point over and over again until I calmed down and accepted it.  He was usually right after all.

He was one of the few people that could beat me in chess when I wasn't cheating.  Of course, I could spank him when I would do all of the calculations, but that wasn't the point.  I found myself growing fond of this professor, and my mind started to reel.  Could I be that student?  The one he risks his career for because she has potential?  Because she is a love sick fool trying not to stare doe eyed at him from the front of the class room?  I almost did.  I went as far as to set up a study session, I was going to wear a dress, be a pretty pretty girl.  But... I calculated it.  I didn't want to, I was going to keep myself from doing so.  And it came out wrong.  This could end his career, I was barely 18 years old,  He was old enough to be my father for Christ sakes!  Then of course, the voices of reason tore though my head.  First, Travis would flip, and it would only be so long before he found out.  Then what would my father say to that?  A man older than him?  He would be furious!  I couldn't do it, so I made up some lame excuse and didn't go.

From that point on, I kept the relationship professional.  And my fond feelings began to fade away.  It just wasn't meant to be, that, I was sure of.

Unless you're king that is.