I know this whole professor-student thing is old by now, so I’ll try to keep this as short as possible.
I met my professor when I was in his class the second semester of my first year of college. It was a subject I hated, and wouldn’t have taken if it wasn’t a requirement, and it had nothing to do with my major. But he was so great that I ended up loving the subject, and took a real interest in it, and in doing so, got to know him very well over the semester. The next semester, I went back to his office to ask him for a recommendation letter, and he told me to feel free to stop by and say hi anytime. So I did from time to time, about once a month, and I got to know him on a much more personal level. Honestly, we haven’t even talked about the subject he teaches for more than a year. Last semester, I had a total meltdown because I thought I was making a huge mistake in my career choice, and he bought me coffee and talked me through the whole thing and helped me figure it out. By that time, I had fallen hard for him, and I mean HARD.
At first, I thought there might be a chance that he might feel the same way, but I talked to people about it, including people on this forum, and they told me it was all in my head, and while some professors would not forge such a personal relationship with a student, it’s not unheard of, and nothing to get excited about.
In April, he told me he was leaving to teach at another school in another state, and I was totally crushed. But, it made me think harder about the whole stupid situation, and I finally got my head screwed on straight and decided that all those people were right, and it was all in my head. Plus, I’m 21 and he’s 42 so that made the whole thing pretty unlikely anyway from the start. I was still totally devastated, but at least I thought I knew that.
I went to see him a couple of times over this summer before he left, and there were some strange moments, and by strange I mean things that, in my uninformed opinion, a professor would not normally do. He hugged me a couple times, which I thought was unusual, but dismissed as okay and nothing out of the ordinary in light of the fact that he was leaving. But when I went to see him one last time, a couple of days ago, some things happened that I really felt were not normal AT ALL. This is what I really want your opinion on, because I don’t know if I’m making a big deal out of nothing, and I don’t want to go there.
We had coffee again and had a great conversation. Then, when we got up to leave, he hugged me goodbye, and well, let’s just say it was a very long, tight hug. It might help to say that if I were someone else watching us, I might have been a little uncomfortable. Then, the really weird part—he kissed me on the cheek and stroked my face. I got a little caught up in the moment and hugged him again impulsively, and he stroked the small of my back—not in a sleazy way, but still, I found it odd. (Not that I minded, but still, I thought it was odd.)
I just want to know: Is this ever normal behavior? I’m not going to lie—I’m completely incompetent when it comes to men in general, and this situation is far more complicated than it would be with just any man, so I’m in way over my head. I’m not stupid—I know nothing is going to happen because he’s moving miles away, but I just want to know what it all means, that’s all.
Thanks for reading this ridiculously long, stupid message, and any insight you can offer would help me tremendously. Thanks!