Do you know men too can gossip?. It looks like they can't or don't but they do a lot, football gist is just a glorified gossiping avenue.
Men gossip about a lot of things, another thing we gossip about is woman. Childhood gossip can be from what we saw heard or imagined.
Imagination driven gossip
Well, I was 15 years old and still in secondary school back then. There was this new female teaching that came for her teaching practice, she was a pretty good looking lady, In her early 20s.
Have you ever watched movies that share light on fantasies of students on their teachers or older women, that stuff is real man. If not that I was naive and a shy type I would have been comparing my story to those cinematic romance genera. Lol
Ps: not romantic or erotic
We were sitting in class one of those faithful days, and a fine beautiful teacher walked in. Oh my God, the boys in my class were literally 'mouth opened'. I was among them, I must confess.
She introduced herself as miss Agness (for confidentiality). God!, she dressed well, smelled well, was fair, not too short, and she was proactive. We all crushed, weeks went on and she started teaching us, the boys that were never serious with anything became the most serious in her class.
She took us Home Economics back then, and was a good teacher. For some reason I forget I was in class, I would just be having pictures of her in my head ( not the crazy types ). I guess that's why I failed her first test. I was the class monitor back then so she noticed. Even if I weren't she would have, she was relatable. She called me aside and we spoke for some time, some days later she did same, that continued for a while.
I don't know if she liked me beyond teacher student relationship, but I could see that she was growing fund of me. This was a good thing. But not for my class mate. They started gossiping, well I won't blame them, my grades started going up, but it wasn't because she was biased, I read and did more work.
They all started to gossip about me. But it was just but rumors and speculations so they could not confront me. No until her second test, we were sitting down and she wrote the questions on the board. Before she said start. She turned and look at me , called my name and said "Ray Don't fuck me up". Ahh
That was it, the confirmation that was needed to affirm their suspensions. The whole class shouted heyyyyy! Aahhhh! And it's true! She neglected it and smiled still looking at me. Well to her it was cool, as long as it wasn't true. It wasn't 'Malena' or 'Note on a scandal'or 'The piano teacher'. She didn't care that students were thinking we had something.
Maybe she wanted it to happen, or maybe she didn't, but I knew she was very fund of me and everyone noticed. My male classmates started asking me for advice on how to get into a relationship with a fine teacher. It wasn't funny back then, I was speechless, I couldn't even stop them because some part of me loved what was going on. As the gossip continued, the imagination of the student grew wilder, like a continuous chain reaction with no stop.
You know how students are, some of the student that confronted me were not only of the same idea, on the other side of the spectrum, they were like 'you lack self control'. Waow,
I am 15 what self control are you expecting? besides nothing happened. But my mouth didn't say a word. That should had been the end of it, but no it wasn't, she grew more closer. At this point I don't know what she was thinking, and I was still naive. Back then I didn't even have a phone, those days when Nokia phone rule the world.
At the end of her teaching practice, she left without a phone number, not even a standard good bye. I ran, and hid, I could not bare to see her go. She was one of the best things that had happened to me for a long while. It was after she left that my mate started asking me for her number. I was like should I have collected it? I couldn't give them because I didn't collect it. The more I say I didn't collect it, they more they thought I was being stingy with the number.
This went on for some time, so I spilled the beans, I told them nothing had happened, and she wasn't into me. They didn't believe it, how was she not, everything Raymond, she was always caught looking at me, she normally did call me aside. It was hard to believe, but the innocence on my face made them believe.
It was at that point that many of them realized that the gossip was just a product of their imagination. Imaginations they didn't want to let go, but they eventually did. My reputation, puff with the their imaginatios. As slowly as it came, it died off. But fast than expected.
Imagination in the young is strong, they can creat the most wonderful things, or craziest things, if left unchecked, you won't like what will come out of them.
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