I was 20 years old, in my third year of an undergraduate math major at a small college. I was 5'11", average looking, light brown hair, brown eyes, with pretty bad acne. The name "Glenn" suited me since it was sort of nerdy with a dated style. There were very early signs of my hairline starting to recede, which I was really embarrassed about. I liked to stay in shape by riding my bike a lot, and working out in the gym, but despite my best efforts I was skinny and was never able to put on much muscle. So I never had good self-esteem about my looks. I always wanted a girlfriend, but could never work up the nerve to even talk to a girl at all, much less ask someone out. I was cripplingly shy, but I never had the insight to actually work on my social skills. So I was lonely and tended to wallow in it rather than do much about it.
That year I decided to do a little bit of math tutoring, to earn a few dollars and to try something new, maybe to bolster up my CV.
My first client was a woman named Cathy, who was a 4th year arts student taking an intro calculus course, to get her mandatory science credit before she graduated.
Our first meeting was at the college cafeteria, off to the side during a quieter part of day. She showed up exactly on time. I was a little nervous and awkward, saying hello and shaking her hand. She was in her early 30s, average height, short curly light brown hair. This was not my favourite look-- this style reminded me of one of my aunts -- I'm much more a fan of long, silky straight hair. She was slim and seemed fit but not athletic, with an average figure. She had feminine, small, soft hands and short nails, which I did like. I often associate short, healthy fingernails with sensitivity, humility, intelligence, and sensuality--for example a musician or a masseuse needs to have short nails, and a good student would have a hard time writing or typing fast with the long nails that so many girls like. I thought long nails were also a sign of vanity and superficiality. Cathy had a bit of downy hair on her forearms which I didn't much like, and her skin was a little bit freckly or pasty, also not my favourite. The one and only outstanding feature about her appearance was big blue eyes, all the more special because she didn't need glasses. A bright, rich blue, almost violet. Her eyes looked sensitive and intelligent and calm and observant, even more noticeable because the rest of her face and body were so ordinary otherwise. Her teeth were healthy and straight, and she had a nice gentle natural calm smile, but her lips were thin, a little bit freckly, pale, and not very sensual.
So overall I never had any kind of sexual thought about Cathy, since she seemed plain-looking except for her strikingly beautiful eyes, and there was a 15 year age gap. At the time I really was attracted only to girls around my age. When I found out that she had two young children, I totally saw her more like I would see an aunt rather than a friend or potential romantic partner.
While she was an arts student, with no background in math, I thought her math skills were very good. She was careful and neat and diligent with her work, always did all her homework on time, even doing extra problems. She wanted a tutor because she was worried about her grades, after she did poorly on her first exam.
We had a nice rapport, and she was polite and grateful for our tutoring sessions at the cafeteria. I learned that lived in a small house with her two young children, ages 3 and 5. Her neighbourhood was very close to the rough area of town, with inexpensive very small homes typically owned by hard-working blue collar families. I thought maybe she inherited the house, or maybe she had a husband who helped buy it, since she hadn't been working regularly over the past years. She was finishing a degree at the college to help her find a better job. Near the end of the term, she said "Glenn, as part of thanking you for your help, I'd like to invite you for dinner this Friday." I was surprised by this offer, and a little nervous since it was a little bit different from the professional norms I'd had with other tutoring students. But it was probably going to be the last I saw of Cathy, since she was finishing her course, and she had been a really good student, putting in great work. She was poised to get an A in the course, and by this point she didn't really need tutoring anymore. I think she continued because she enjoyed the sessions. Also I knew she didn't have much money, raising two kids with limited income, so I felt a little badly about taking my tutoring fee from her.
I still lived in the basement of my parents' house at the time. Before I left for my dinner my mom seemed anxious, as though it was inappropriate for me to have dinner at a client's house. I reassured her as I climbed into my parents' car which I was borrowing for the evening.
When I arrived I was sort of looking forward to meeting Cathy's kids, but when I got inside, they were nowhere to be found. Cathy was dressed up a little bit, in an elegant outfit that was unusual for her. When I asked about her kids she seemed to frown a bit, as though she didn't like my question, before telling me that they had gone upstairs with her good friend, Maria, who was babysitting. The kids were already asleep. She explained that her friend was a 35 year-old woman from the Philippines, and was probably asleep already herself--Maria had been exhausted lately, getting ready for her wedding, which was coming up in just 2 weeks. It was Maria's first marriage; she apparently had a lot of trouble finding a man because she was very shy and not very good-looking, and also wanted to focus on school and work. Cathy added that we would have to be careful not to make too much noise and wake them up.
She seated me at a small dining room table while she finished up in the kitchen. It smelled wonderful in there. She had made-herb seasoned chicken breast with a nice salad and vegetables. I have to admit that it was absolutely delicious, and I even asked for another helping of chicken. She laughed, and commented about men's big appetites.
After dinner, she poured us both small glasses of wine. I was a little uncomfortable with this, since I was a non-drinker, and also I was driving home. But I knew it would be just a small glass, and I didn't want to seem impolite. She gestured for us to move over to her small living room, where there was a couch and coffee table. Once I sat down, she excused herself to the washroom for a couple of minutes.
On the side table next to the couch I noticed some formal-looking papers. I could tell they were probably legal documents, and there were signatures or initials at the bottom of each page. The font size was quite large, so it was easy to read from a few feet away. I didn't want to pry into her private stuff, but I couldn't help but notice that the papers were a formal confirmation of a divorce. Cathy was officially divorced, and the date of the signatures was just a week ago. I wondered why she had left these important papers exposed in her living room with a guest over. I had a little wave of anxiety that she might have left those papers there deliberately for me to see, to signal that she was "available," but I swept away that thought as being ridiculous. I was just her tutor--she obviously liked me and was thankful for my help, but she was 15 years older with 2 kids, and I was barely past being a pimply teenager, so there was no way she had any other thoughts about me.
Next to the legal documents there was another paper with a medical symbol on the top, also dated from a few days ago. It was from a medical lab. As a math guy I'm always attracted to a sheet of data, so I couldn't help but glance down at her lab results. There wasn't much there in terms of a blood cell count or anything like that, but it showed results of an STI screen -- all negative. I thought it was super weird that she would have such a private document exposed in her living room.
When she got back, we talked for a couple of minutes, then she asked me, "so, would you like to watch a movie?"
I was a little bit surprised...I thought this was just a dinner. I said "well, I've got to be getting back home...I have to study and then I have an early start tomorrow too." This was true, but I was also wanting to get out of there because despite the awesome meal I was feeling anxious that Cathy might have the wrong idea about me.
She looked quite disappointed. "Well, let's just have some dessert before you go...it's time to get it out of the oven...".
It was a delicious apple crumble, one of my favourite things. And she had some ice cream with it. After we munched on our dessert together, she reached over to take my plate, but while leaning over the coffee table she seemed oddly clumsy and her torso knocked over the bottle of wine that she left open. It poured all over me...it was red wine, and my shirt and pants had huge stains. A little bit got on her clothes too as she rushed to clean up. We were both embarrassed, and she apologied over and over. A little corner of my mind wondered whether she had deliberately spilled the wine.
