Stupid, Stupid, Jane

I am un-involved with a married man. I realize I am an idiot. What good could ever come of this? None. The clincher: He was my teacher in High School! Yikes. I was never the kind of girl to be into her teachers. I don't crave authority or father figures in general. I don't think cops are sexy. I promise. Though here I am with this guy, being a total nutcase. Even entertaining the thought is ridiculous. I met him for a drink. The conversation was perfectly pleasant. We were flirty, but I was conscious to not cross the line. He said he was comfortable with me. He wanted to go back to my place. I let him (I know, I realize I am an idiot). Then, he freaked out. He didn't want to go too far with me. I expected this. It was written all over his forehead. I told him he can only see me in public. He can flirt with me, but that is all. He needs to keep a safe distance from anything out of bounds. I hope this is the last time I run into that situation. Thankfully, I didn't get into the deep end of that pool.