Thursdays are confusing. I’ve never really gotten the hang of them, personally. But they have nothing on the opposite sex. Baffling, irrational, oblivious, were all words that I use to describe most of them. Julian was no exception (I am female BTW). I first met him in one of the freshman comp classes that I TA (yes, I know, English is a dead-end major- so what?), and we got off to a great start.Well, actually, not at all. He was cute, nice face, good hair, a little bit of weight around the middle and muscle tone that indicated moderate exercise. It was a crush, alright, and the classic butterflies-in-stomach feel. No surprise, I have a thing for teaching young attractive guys. As a single grad student I’m not exactly committed to anyone (save my numerous creditors I’m trying to break up with), so my mind immediately beşevler escort flitted to sex. My mental image of pulling down his boxers and gazing at his polished cock was shattered by the fact that one of the students had a question about the proper formatting of quotation marks.I was undaunted by this, however, and resolved to fuck him, irregardless of grammar. He wasn’t a big fan of talking, so it seemed, so I attempted to corner him when class let out. This didn’t work, though, as he bolted right out the door. I had to gather my things up first, and by the time I had gotten out he was long gone.Fortunately, I TAed his class three times a week, so it was only a matter of time before I ran into him again. I didn’t even have to wait that long, cebeci escort though, as I ran into him getting lunch later that day. Working my way through the line, coming out at the end I realized that to my good fortune he was sitting alone.I walked over and sat myself down next to him. He pretended to be engrossed in his cell phone, but only succeeded in drawing attention to the bulge in his pants.“Doing alright?” I asked- a really pathetic pickup line I don’t recommend any of you use, FYI.“Oh, I’m fine. You?” Julian replied. His voice was like that of a clear, low, resonant bell.“As well as a grad student could be said to be doing.”At this point there was an awkward silence.“Uh, so, what’s your dissertation topic?”I nearly facepalmed right then and kolej escort there. Pretty, 23-year old girl with nice boobs and curves has introduced herself to you, is now leaning right in towards you, and he asks about my bloody dissertation?“I’m doing an analysis on the forward to Huckleberry Finn, and comparing it to another essay on the so-called “evils of rhetoric””.“Sounds interesting. What are you doing right now?”This was, if anything, worse. I decided to try to clarify my intentions.“I’m studying you.”“What? You didn’t tell me you were a sociologist! Wait, couldn’t you be a psychology undergrad?”“Physiology, actually.”“You don’t strike me as the med student type.”I then decided to go blunt as a hammer.“I want to fuck you.”“What? You like me?”The point was finally getting across. Maybe this would stop being romantic comedy and start being erotica now.“So… uh…. You want to go out for coffee?”I sighed, stood up, and grabbed onto his arm.“Look, if you want to come, follow me.”I had a feeling that double entendre not withstanding, he still really didn’t understand what was going on. I pulled him into my apartment and closed the door.