Okay, so there's this really big, tall, young body-building Caucasian football coach at my school who some girls tend to drool over. I am not one of those girls. In fact, the first time I saw him, I was intimidated by his appearance. I know I'm prejudging, but he looks like one of those teachers who have a sexual attraction towards younger girls - like high school students. The past year I've taken both gymnastics and dance class and EVERDAY he was there, just watching. Sometimes I caught myself catching glances with him. Not because he's supposed to be this "way hot teacher" but because he was the only MALE watching our freakin ALL FEMALE gymnastics and dance classes. I just hope he doesn't think otherwise. So I avoid this teacher as much as possible.

A couple months ago I attended one of our school dances and he happened to be one of the chaperones. I was dancing with one of my friends and he was about 15 feet away facing me and just doing that scary watching thing he always does. So I stop dancing and take a break. A really short break. I find one of my other friends across the room to go dance with him and the football coach goes all the way around the room and stands about 15 feet away from me and doing that watching thing again! Oh my gosh was he scaring me! So I left...and that was the last I saw of him.

Until yesterday. Me, my brother and a couple of friends were just chilling in summer school, baking in the sun. THE COACH happens to be there too and since my brother is on the football team, he approaches us. I'm sitting on the table, glued to my homework, trying to look busy. He says, "Hey there Big Mike!" and chats with him a little. I guess he didn't notice that I was trying to look busy but he goes ahead and asks, "And what's this lovely, young lady doing?" I ignore him pretending I didn't here him. Then Mike says, "Are you talking to me?" THE COACH says, "No, I'm talking to this lovely lady right here...what homework are you doing?" I'm like, oh my god...get away. I don't even look at him and say, "Spanish." He asks, "So why is it that you do gymnastics and Mike doesn't do football?" He was talking about last season. I just respond, "Because I've done it for awhile." So he keeps talking to me, yadda yadda. Then he asks like he DIDN'T know the answer, "Oh, you and Mike are twins?" I answered, "Unfortunatly." Then he adds, "Oh, I always thought you and him were boyfriend and girlfriend or something." You can tell this comment was a reassurance that Mike wasn't my boyfriend, or that I even had a boyfriend. I didn't say anything after that because I was disgusted by him and his comment and said I had to go. I never complained about him because there's nothing TO complain about. So now I'm stuck for the next 11 months with a potential sexual harasser at my school. I'm telling the world before any future harassments *knock on wood*, so if anything does happen, this is my evidence.