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Keep in mind, Im not a therapist or any other kind of health professionaljust a guy whos willing to tell it like it is. I simply want to give you the tools you need to enrich your damn lives. If for whatever reason you dont like my advice, feel free to file a formal complaint here. Now then, lets get on with it. Im in college. My professor never really bothered me before, but now Im starting to question him. I changed my hair to red one day and he complimented how nice it was even though I hated it. I have never seen him comment on anyone elses appearance. A few days later I dressed up pretty fashionable and changed my hair back to black cause I was going out that night with my boyfriend and he said, Wow another look, Nice I brushed it off. Then, another time in class, I was talking to my friend and asked her to call me by my nickname. Back when Mercedes was using the reanimated corpse of Pablo Picasso as the head of design for the Unimog division. He overheard, asking me why I didnt ask him to do that. I just told him I found no reason to, but ever since then he calls me by my nickname anyway. He also gave us a quiz and one of the questions asked what we thought he could do to make the class better. I said one day out the week for tutoring would be nice. Heres where things get a little weird. When he handed back our quizzes, he made sure to let me know I was the only one he responded back to on the quiz. When I read his little response it said, Okay, lets try to do that, my nickname. Its a pleasure having you in class. Is he flirtingSincerely,Not Hot for Teacher. Hey Not Hot for Teacher Heres the deal if you think hes flirting, hes flirting. So, if youre getting that creeper vibe, thats enough to say he is. I think hes flirting and I cant even see his body language or anything. He calls you by your nickname when you didnt ask him to, he takes care to notice your appearanceand keep track of itand he makes comments on said appearence, directly to your face. Plus, the weird note on your quiz. Thats a little inappropriate there, Professor Horndog. But heres the nail in the coffin hes not doing these things to anyone else or so you say. I mean, if he was, it would still be inappropriate, but its obvious hes shown a specific interest in you, lady. And it sounds like youre not interested in his version of extra credit. So, the real question is what do you do about it For one, I wouldnt attend his romantic solo tutoring session created specifically for you. If hes saying those things in front of people imagine what he might sayor dowhen its just you two in a room alone. Ew. He may not actually be a total creep, but youre probably better off getting tutoring from a classmate if he makes you uncomfortable. Think about ityou wont be able to focus and learn when youre on your guard the whole time. Beyond that, you have two options. The first, which isnt ideal, is to ignore him until this class is over. If you wont see him again after this semester, just keep your head down, do your classwork, and move on. But if hes an adviser or a regular professor of yours, thats not really an option. And I think youre better off doing something about it, so. The second option, Not Hot for Teacher, is to tell him that what hes doing makes you uncomfortable. Dont make a display out of it. Do it in private during office hours and say, Mr. Horndog but actually use his name, it makes me uncomfortable when you use my nickname and make comments about my appearance. Id appreciate it if youd stop. Now, hell probably get defensive and say that he didnt mean anything by what he said, but it doesnt matter what he meant. Say, Its fine, you dont have to explain. Id just like you to stop. Thanks. Remember, youre not debating his intentions with him, youre telling him how you feel about it, and as your teacher he needs to respect thatperiod. He may not be aware that hes making uncomfortable. While you feel a little harassed, he may think youre cool with it in his creeper brain. Until you say something, hell probably continue. Whatever you choose to do, keep a record of everything he says to you, and when. If you choose to ask him to stop, keep a record of that as well. That way youll have plenty of evidence in case this situation escalates and it needs to be taken to a higher power. You never know. You might dress well, have a cool job, and be blessed with beauty, but flirting is where the realRead more Read. Thats it for this week, but I still have plenty of blunt, honest advice bottled up inside. 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