I was just a girl, living at home with her parents. Trying to study for college. A red belt in karate. I really enjoyed karate, and I went at least 4-5 times a week. For the past roughly year or so at this point, I noticed that one of my 18 year old karate teachers, Mr. Christopher / Chris had some sort of crush on me.
Now he never outright said it, but I could just tell. It actually started off quite weird. Back a year ago, when I was just a blue belt, I came into karate one day. I had been out for the whole Summer because I had a mycoplasma and mono infection. It made me extremely fatigued, nauseous, and have an asthma flare up from it. So after I finally had it treated, I came back. I specifically checked on the calendar if it was "stripe testing week" because if you didn't wear your gi top during stripe testing week, you owed the instructors pushups. The calendar said it was not stripe testing week, so I didn't show up in my gi top.
The first thing he says when I walked in the studio was "Where's your gi top? It's stripe testing week." I frowned out of confusion and said "That's not what the calendar said??" Mr. Christopher instantly took what I said as back talk.
"Um, okay??" Mr. Christopher retorted back to me.
I simply responded "Well I'm sorry, I didn't know." Mr. Christopher said "Ok. Well, go get lined up."
After class ended, Mr. Christopher pulled me aside and said "So you do have a point, I checked the calendar and it doesn't say it's stripe testing week on here, but you weren't here last week when we gave the announcement that it would be stripe testing week this week. So you still do have pushups to do, but since the calendar didn't say it correctly, I'll only give you 30 pushups."
I didn't even bother trying to explain why I wasn't in class the previous week. I just replied with "Ok, well do you want me to do them now?"
Chris then said "No, you don't have to now. You can wait until after sparring class."
I ended up never doing them, but after that, Chris seemed to have something against me. He'd glare at me whenever we'd meet eyes. Then about a month later, that all changed. I'd notice random times where he'd approach me and say hi to me, ask me questions, and start playing around with me. When this past Summer rolled around, he started fist bumping me, high fiving me, and calling me his "home slice". They even made a nickname for me. "Home slice Harper".
Fast forward to now. I always liked Chris back. But this time, I decided I wanted to try and pursue things and see how it works out. I mean we're both close in age. I'm 20 and he's 18. He's my teacher but it's just karate. He's hot, he's sexy, super tall (like 6 feet tall at least), he's super assertive as a teacher, a little overly strict, but always knows how to teach us and get to the point. He's amazing as a Martial Artist. A 3rd degree black belt, but has the fighting skills of practically a 5th-6th degree black belt. He competes in sparring, and as a result he's great at sparring and boxing. I've watched him beat a 4th degree black belt in sparring once. He admitted to us as a class that he has broken 12 different people's ribs from competing in sparring for so many years.
But I had to think how I was gonna pursue him. I was very shy in person and very socially awkward. When it came to guys I liked, I could never tell them to their face that I liked them. I feared embarrassment and rejection. After talking to several friends and my therapist, it was determined I should try a secret admirer note. Big mistake. I had no idea how big of a mistake it was, and I wished someone would have told me.
I slipped this secret admirer note into his cubby. It wasn't anything creepy or inappropriate. All it said was "Hi Mr. Chris :) I just wanted to take the time to point out how cute, handsome, and amazing I think you are. You're a great teacher who's assertive, you're kind, and you're funny. I think you and I should get together sometime. Can you guess who I am? ~Signed your secret admirer"
The first time he saw the first note, I saw him smiling with a look of shock on his face, as he began talking to his co-workers (the other teachers) about it. By the time class ended, all the teachers were huddled up in the staff room with the door closed having a discussion about it. As my sister and I walked past to leave the studio, everyone from inside the staff room looked at us wide eyed. That indicated to me that they knew it was me. I was wondering what to expect the next time I went to class.