I was 28 years old the first year I taught High School

What does it for you?

There are so many discussions online about “What does it for you”. Sometimes there is a simple answer for that question (“I love a woman with big boobs” Big boobs do it for me! Or “Oh, a man with great calves” mmm THAT does it for me) and sometimes there is absolutely no answer at all to that question. There are some days and situations that I don’t know what “does it for me”. And then there are days where I know EXACTLY what I want. And still some days, that I get to discover in one moment, what REALLY “does it for me”; and it is often totally unexpected.

I was 28 years old the first year I taught High School. I quickly became friends with the 20 or so other members of the facility at the small High School. There was a new football coach that year. He was 23; fresh out of college. The perfect jock. And he was, at first glance, the most arrogant man I had ever met. Adonis. His name wasn’t really Adonis, but it may as well have been. They were as giddy as mosquitoes around him. It nauseated me some days.

The High School-aged girls always swooned behind his back. Giggling about how cute his ass was and how well his jeans fit. He was aware of it and handled it very professionally. I appreciated him for that.

There are outdoor stairs in the High School, and the art room where my morning classes are is at the bottom of them. As I begin the hike up the two flights of stairs, two of my female colleagues walked up next to me. Their names are Diane and Chris. We are close, the three of us. And we share a small chuckle as we walk up the stairs behind “Mr. Adonis”.

So, see it, there is a single 23 year old male teacher walking up two flights of stairs, and a bunch of horny 16 and 17 year olds, and three middle-aged woman behind him. Two of the teenagers share an obvious joke about his ass and giggle. I say to my friends in a conspiring whisper, “I don’t GET it. He is SO not that cute! What do they SEE in him?” Diane, a recently divorced woman said quietly “I see it… DAMN look at that tight ass!” Chris and I chuckled with her but I piped back in with, “Nope, doesn’t do it for me… the ASS doesn’t do it.”

A few weeks later, we were invited by Mr. Adonis to his classroom at lunch. He was also the geography teacher and they were having lunch pot luck with dishes from all over Central America. I begrudgingly trudge down the stairs with Chris. I open the door to Mr. Adonis’ classroom and… in mid sentence, she gasps. He is standing there, stirring a crock pot, in Friday casual jeans, a polo shirt and… a decidedly feminine apron. Her arousal is almost tangible. I stop and look first at him, then at her and say incredulously, “THE APRON??!! The APRON did it for you??” She nodded as she chuckled at herself and went over to compliment him on his collaborative effort for the children, and to check out his ass.

As we left his room I teased her “You are as bad as the kids! Swooning over him like that.” She laughed. “Nothing sexier to me than a man that can cook.” She uttered something that sounded like an exhale of a cigarette after good sex. We laughed.

Life went on. I still looked at Adonis with respect, he was a good teacher. But I simply couldn’t SEE what the big freaking deal was. He really wasn’t all that!

At the end of the first semester, we approached student teacher conferences. We decided that since the school was so spread out, in order to save the parents’ time, we would all congregate in the cafeteria. Each teacher had a table. The parents had their children’s schedules and visited with each teacher as time permitted. Chris was on one side of me, and Adonis was on the other. We worked through two days of conferences, exhausted from complaining parents and longer hours.

The last day of conferences was when it happened. I looked up from my grade book to see Justin’s mom coming. Justin was a student that Adonis and I shared. He was struggling in Adonis’ class, and he was failing mine. He couldn’t graduate without passing my class, so we were concerned. His parents had recently gotten divorced and it was obvious that his mother was barely holding it all together. He was a rough kid, probably used drugs and certainly was wayward. We all loved him, but were terrified we wouldn’t be able to save him. (We didn’t save him actually; Justin committed suicide a year after he graduated. It devastated all of us.)

As she approached my table with her dirty faced toddler on her hip, Adonis stood up. He held his arms out to the tired cranky child and quietly said to the mother. “You need to talk to her, let me take your little one for you. I will stay right here. We will play.” The mother gratefully handed her cautious little one to the strong arms of the man who, in that VERY moment became one of the sexiest beings on the PLANET to me. The mother dropped her purse and said in a voice thinly veiled with exhaustion “Can I go to the bathroom first?” I said of course I could wait as long as she needed. As she walked off I quickly slid my chair back toward Chris.

“HEY!!! I see it.” She looked at me with confusion and said “See what?!” I said in a hurried whisper voice “ADONIS!!! Look at him!!” She looked over my shoulder to the picture of a big broad shouldered 2O something pouring bottled water on his handkerchief and washing the little ones face with it. Then he dropped to the floor and they began to play some kind of imaginary keep away, both smiling and laughing with sparkly eyes.

Chris looked at me then. Her face was scrunched up and she was trying to see what I was seeing.

“THE BABY?? The BABY did it for you? “I nodded, my gaze dreamily fixed on the unlikely pair in front of me. I was unable to take my eyes off of the small magical moment I was witnessing. I felt my eyes begin to swim with tears over a kind gracious man as I whispered to her “The baby did it for me. Now I can see it. He is sexy as hell.”

In an instant, he had changed to me. His compassion made him beautiful and his quiet caring nature made him as beautiful as any man I had ever seen. Really… screw the good looks. He had a beautiful heart.

I guess I am sharing this story is to make the point that no two of us are going to be “done” by the same thing. What does it for me doesn’t have to be what does it for you. (Say that four times fast!)

And, I am also saying that trying to know what “always” does it for you is silly. I can meet a man that is nothing close to my “type” and be so profoundly drawn to him that lose my breath.

Screw “the type”. What does it for me these days? When those magical moments happen and all of the “should” and “oughta’s” and “I don’t wanna’s” melt away and there is only… the amazingly sexy man with the dirty handkerchief and chocolate smudges on his collar. Or the man that touches you and your entire soul breathes… Or the person that makes you melt because they cooked you dinner.

Screw the tight ass. THAT is what does it for me.