You can’t do it. You can’t let it happen. You can’t date another substitute teacher.
“Been through this before,” tell him. “Promised myself never again. Full-time teachers only, tenured preferable. No more subs, no, no more.”
He’ll kiss you gently.
“Just like the others, they were just like you. Here today because someone teaching third grade language arts has the flu, gone tomorrow to stay home and do whatever it is you do”
He’ll caress your hand sweetly.
“Just don’t do that to me,” you say and you pull your hand away. “I know how it works. It’s not temporary. You’ll say you’re here to stay. Being a sub’s just your job, not your romantic inclination.”
He’ll tug a bit of your hair in his fist.
“Tenured only,” you’ll whisper, your lips closer to his. “Tenured only.”
“Give me tenure then,” he’ll whisper. “Lifelong tenure in your heart”
“I need to think about the school,” you whisper. You’ve kissed him once already, just now. Kiss him again, right now.
“I’m thinking about the school too,” he’ll whisper. “I’m a narcotics officer.”
He’s a narcotics officer. He’s undercover as a substitute teacher trying to get drugs out of the school.
“You’re a narcotics officer,” you’ll whisper into his mouth.
“I’m a narcotics officer he’ll whisper into yours.”
Kiss him without even checking to see if there are any students spying on you. Kiss him just to thank him, to thank God in heaven that you fell for a sub who’s secretly a narcotics officer, that you fell for a sub who for once is not a musician on the side.
Happy Dating A Sub Day!
