Now that I don’t have an office any more, I have rejoined the “regular people” on campus. I eat at the university restaurant, have coffee at Starbucks, blog at the library, and read books in the Quad.
I’m also enjoying a lot of success with students of the male variety. Every 15 to 30 minutes, somebody comes up to me to strike up an acquaintance. To avoid embarrassing anybody, I announce as soon as I can, “I’m sorry, I’m a professor,” “I’m sorry, I’m married,” “I’m a professor and I’m married.”
So I’m sitting in the Quad, reading, when the third man of the day comes up to me.
“Hi, how are you doing?” he asks with a smile.
“I’m a professor,” I inform him.
He gives me a weird look.
“I know, Clarissa,” he says in a very kind voice. “You are my colleague from the FLL department. I was going to ask you about the committee we are both on but never mind. Maybe some other time. Bye.”
And he walks away rapidly, obviously making an effort not to run from his weird colleague.
I feel like a total idiot.

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