. . . Is that a lot of the smart people have something to do with the University. Today, I received a mildly clever and interesting response to my AdultFriendFinder account. I replied by giving my screen name that I use for that purpose and didn’t think much more of it. Imagine my shock when I got an IM to that screen name from the radio station that I work at. The person quickly introduced themselves as the guy from AFF. He had no idea who I was.

I scrambled for the radio and just caught him announcing. Fuck fuck fuck. I recognize him as a philosophy professor that sometimes does shows during the summer. So, I’m presented with an ethical problem. I know a big secret about him (conspiring to cheat on his wife) and he doesn’t have any clue about me. I bit the bullet and decided that he was at much higher risk than I and told him who I was. I was expected a flurry of embarassment, backtracking, and begging for mutual secrecy.

It wasn’t that simple. The Prof didn’t seem phased too much and kept hitting on me. This had me floored but surprisingly intrigued. It seems deliciously dirty to have an affair with a professor (even if he isn’t from my current department).

We’re having coffee tomorrow.

Too bad he isn’t the one I wrote this about.