The History of History
Older than me. By a lot, actually. Not too much, though, I try to convince myself. Still, I'm illegal.
Married. Wonderful wife with brains and adventures and two of his beautiful children. They're younger than me but old enough to be my little brothers.
Makes jokes about leaving her. Midlife crisis, he tells the class. Wants someone younger, he says. Asks me about my lovelife when I try to finish essays I left undone.
None of it means anything. Stop fantasizing and get back to scrawling down a note or two about Taft's expansionist poilcy. Pay attention to historical figures, not the history teacher.
None of this will ever mean anything.