Could have nailed my former German teacher, but didn't
My (then) mid-20's German teacher in high school, Miss L, was fairly unremarkable in wierdness terms - not ugly, insane or deformed in any way. She was okay, if a little new-age in her dress code. I remember she drummed one word into us again and again - 'jugendherberge', which means 'youth hostel' (see? I still remember lol). I only realised why she did this years later - basically if we ever found ourselves lost and alone in Germany, we could grip any German citizen and using probably the only German word we knew, be directed to relative safety - bless her :)

Anyway, years later my mum was qualified and working as a high school teacher and she asked me to be her plus-one at one of the faculty do's (my stepdad is useless socially and my aunt, who was supposed to be going, couldn't on this occasion on account of being an idiotic, thoughtless, spineless lush). It was a retirement do for the olde faithful handyman with disco and trimmings, and I shortly discovered that Miss L, who could've been a Mrs by then for all I knew, was a member of the faculty at my mum's school basically because she was there and my mum recognised her.

I clocked Miss L across the room pretty early on, and she clocked me clocking her. I doubt she recognised me, partly because it had been over ten years since I was in high school, but mostly because for the remainder of the evening she was always in view of where I was sat and casting many a flirtatious glance in my direction.

If I hadn't been playing for the other team by then, I'm sure she would have been mine for a spot of energisch und belohnungsgeschlecht. But I was, and had the hots for one of the strapping PE teachers instead - didn't get off with him either though as he was straight and known to be shagging one of the classrom assistants, so Miss L and I both barked up the wrong tree that night. Ah well.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Tue 15 Nov 2005, 13:14, Reply)