The other day, I went to speak with a professor that used to teach my sister when she was in middle school. He is good friends with my English professor, who I've grown pretty fond of. My professor has been really helpful this semester, is funny, and I'll admit, even kind of handsome. I have a tiny bit of a crush on him, but it's definitely more platonic than anything else. I've visited his office a couple of times to talk about assignments, but that's all we talk about. I am currently much more interested in someone my age at the moment.
Anyway, as I was talking to this man, he let me in on a little secret. He told me that my professor confided in him that he thinks I've been flirting with him. Apparently my visits to his office and interest in the class have come off a bit too eager. However, my professor said to his colleague that he finds it flattering, but knows I'm too much of a "good girl" to do anything. Which is true. My professor is old enough to be my father, has a girlfriend, and overall, it's just plain weird. I immediately explained all this and he laughed and promised he would pass it along. He said he didn't mean to make me uncomfortable, but just thought the whole thing was funny. Still, being the paranoid person that I am, I have a feeling it's become an inside joke around that office. On my way out, I ran into the department chair (also a professor). When I gave him a polite smile, he looked at me strangely. I don't know how to describe it, but it basically seemed like he knew something about me. I don't know. All I know is that the last two weeks of the semester are going to be awkward.