OH MY GOD!!! The one damn hot, sexy VW engineer was in class last night. Let's break down the evening. First, I get there. I see Joe back from his trip and I know Charles (hot and sexy) was on the trip with him. So, I'm flushed of course. Both of them are cute, but Charles is hot and Joe has a teddy bear quality. Very different, but sexy qualities. So, class starts and I've actually got more than 6 students this time. I guess also because they won't have class for two weeks and they all decided to show up to get in some language. Fab!
So, we're learning directions. Well, location... Like "the hotel is across from the restaurant". But not, "take a right, the go straight ahead, blah blah blah". That's later. So, I ask someone to come up and draw where their house is. Joe was laughing, so I force him to get up and draw a map to his house. They had learned "street" and "corner", etc. Except, his map is boring because he lives amidst lots of trees and nowhere near anything fun like a pizza place even. What a sin! So, I ask the class... come on, show me something interesting. Hot and sexy gets up. He's so cute and wants to participate. I love him for that. (Side note: There are like two or three students that stay quiet and don't really participate when it's a big group. I hate that, but I used to be one of them, so not gonna force 'em to do stuff.)
So, he draws his house (Marina District in SF - pricey and beautiful) and it's near a bank, Starbucks, a restaurant, a bar, a bus stop. Interesting, right? So, then I have to prompt him to tell me where to go to find his house. He has to say things like "It's next to the bank." or "It's not across from the Starbucks." He does very well. Then, we take a break. He comes up to me during the break and here's our conversation:
HandS: So, I just wanted to say again that I'm really serious about taking this class. And I know I've missed a couple classes, but I was thinking.... Is there something else I can do to practice besides the book? Like, are there private classes available?
My thought: HELL YEAH! With me, in bed, lips swollen from kissing, me teaching you all the naughty, bad words.
Me: Well yeah. We provide that as well, except I'm not sure how it would work since I know VW only pays for the group setting. I could find out at the office what the rate would be and if it's possible.
HandS: That would be great. And also... since I drive like an hour to work... Do you have like a "Teach Yourself German" thing that I can listen to in my car? I mean, I don't care if it's corny or whatever. Bring it on, but maybe it would help...
Me: (giggling - he said corny) Yeah, I think that would help your listening skills. We have a product called Rush Hour made especially for people in their cars or traveling somewhere. I think it's about $25 or so. I could send it to you in the mail. That way you have it before the holiday.
Sidenote: I needed to send another student a book anyway, so I offered.
HandS: That's perfect. (leans closer in) And if you can get back to me about the price for private lessons... awesome.
Let me tell you, he smells like a rugged rock climber guy who's just taken a shower. I could smell the soap or cleanliness or whatever. But he has this earthy, guy scent that just tells you - I am a healthy, athletic man. It's a heady scent to me. Lets me know he has some stamina. :)
And then back to class. And I'm silly in my class. I had them work together to write a dialogue between people, so that they use all their German skills thus far. And they get to see it in action. It was a creative class, no doubt. So everytime I'm acting silly or making a face to make them laugh (in conjunction with teaching them something), I see him smile and giggle at me. He's totally motivated to learn German and be in my class. But it also felt like: He totally thinks I'm adorable for being so weirdly funny. And in front of more than ten people. Actually, I'm pretty cool for that.
Oh and on top of all this: I was sweating. They don't call it a sweater for no reason. Teaching, especially standing up with a group, is a workout. I always have water on standby. And then we're talking and I'm totally sweating then too. Em and I went out to eat afterwards and I smelled kinda rank, but no one could tell but me. My sweater was thick enough to cover the stench.
So here's my plan.....
I send the book and Rush Hour to VW. And I have to send an invoice for the Rush Hour thing, because it's not included in the package provided by the company. In the invoice envelope, I write a note. He'll think it's a note saying the price per private lesson. And it will be. But at the end, I write something like: On a different note, (and forgive me for being forward, plus this is somewhat breaking the rules) would you like to go out for coffee sometime?
What do you think? I think it's kinda cute, especially since I know there's a Starbucks near his house and I can suggest we meet there. And he can't argue since he volunteered that information in class in front of everyone else. My only hope is that he's not seriously in love with someone else or married. I don't think so, but I'm terrible at checking the fingers. I don't remember seeing a ring or anything for that matter. Nothing shiny on him, except his smile. Now I'm corny. Blech!
But just thinking about him makes me smile like a twelve year-old. I get all girly giddy and completely horny. That's the sexually frustrated 23 year-old talking. How many months? July, however many that is. Four? Not even a kiss since then. Even just that would be nice. An old-school make out session. Those are quite fun actually.
Ok, before I get myself worked up.... Damnit, and I still haven't heard from Norway. GGRRRR.... I've got work to do. Stupid, effin' work. Ruin my sexy dreams about hot VW engineer and my plan to drag him into my bed. (expletive....huff...puff....)