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hey,

I have an expletive teacher at the uni since September. I realized he was looking at me a lot, joking, then looking at me; compliment me far more than the others, but if I look at him he usually looks away and I even realized his hands trembling when I am looking.

He is 28 and I am 20, but he seems to be pretty shy and I am shy too. I actually checked him on Facebook and saw his friends asking him about girls, he said he think his students think he is ridiculous, and that girls are afraid of him and he is afraid of them, too. I think he said these because he has unique style and likes things that not many people does, but we found out on the lecture that our favorite band is the same.

Think is that he hasn't approached me so I am starting to think that the whole thing is in my head and it's just me who likes him.

Though I am shy, I decided I would do something about this thing. Last time, he recommended a book that nobody in class seemed to care about, and I was too shy to ask ( and I usually pretend I ignore him) but maybe next time, before lesson I could ask him about the book. what do you think?

Well, I know about teacher-student relationship issues, but please do not write telling me it is not ethic and stuff, because he is teaching me only temporary and in about 3 weeks the semester ends and then I'll have another teacher.

I've never made a person nervous in my life -- not to my knowledge anyhow. I'm very easy going and chat people up without too much trouble.

I was sitting at the counter area of my favorite restaurant and one of the guys who works there kept coming up to me to say hi, chat me up, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary for me at that place. He hugged and kissed me (on the cheek) when I came in, but that's pretty standard for the two senior people and the actual proprietors. We all know each other as friends for about two years now. Anyway, he bumped into my seat and said "Oh, sorry." "No you're not." I joked. He came back and leaned in. "No...I'm really not." It set my blood boiling for a sec, but I laughed it off. "Mmm." he said, standing there a sec to take in my outfit. "You went to work like that? You're trying to give somebody a heart-attack or something?" he joked. There was definitely a lot of intense banter going on, but I don't take it seriously because he doesn't really take it anywhere. Later on, he started fumbling a little. "What's going on with you today?" I asked him. "IDK. You're making me nervous."

A red flag went up. Why?

One morning I was there and a woman (9.5/10 on the Hot Floozy Richter Scale) strutted in. The guy gave her that head-to-toe scantron look, taking in the choppy bottle blond hair, the frosty pink lipgloss, the black pleather cami, the painted-on denim capris, plastic nails (long enough to render her finger useless for picking anything up), the tattoos on her calves, and her 5" platform wedges. He ran to help her with everything she needed. When she left we all realized he'd been holding his breath. He blinked and exhaled. "Man, she is EXACTLY my type. She makes me nervous just walking into the place!"

So of course I'm nothing like this woman. I'm a total nerd. Looks-wise, I'm plain (barely mascara, clear gloss, short nails, polished) with a caramel Farrah Fawcett shag, a sort of avant-guard dress-code, snug jeans/skirts (weather permitting), and 2"-3" heels. Certainly nothing too flashy or obvious IMO.

While I DOUBT he's into me -- and I know he's dating a lot of different people now to get over his recent separation -- I wonder why he said such things to me and whether I should be concerned.