Got a note from an old high school friend that a particular teacher had passed away. Hit me fairly hard. I hadn’t heard from him in at least 30 years but it still hit me.
I was a bit of a wild child back in the day. He was the proverbial ‘young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy’. Yes, like the Lolita in the song I decided I was going to have him, and I did. I embarked on a campaign of seduction that was pretty shameless in memory. I was over the age of consent in my state but still in school. I literally wore him down, finally showing up at his apartment to consummate my pursuit. It happened a couple of times and then I grew bored. The longing is often better than the having. I suspect he was more relieved than anything although he did start calling me a few years later, but that ship had sailed.
He passed last week from cancer, way too young. I didn’t go to the funeral, I live on the other side of the country now but I did have a private cry for lost youth.