“I performed poorer than my potential in a course last semester, so I’d have an excuse to have meetings with my prof on how I could do better, and I used that time to perform some A-game flirting, and I got off on it way more than I’ve gotten off on actual sex with dud Tinder hookups. What in the hell does that mean? I miss that prof like I’d miss a lover, a best friend.” - Alonely