Finally finished with my PHD and figured i'd share the one time i was a man-whore.

A few years ago, I was finishing up my undergraduate and had this professor, Dr. P, for a material science course. This guy thought that solely because he had a doctorate in material sciences meant he was god and could do no wrong; he also told us we could teach ourselves since material science is easy enough to learn asynchronously.

End of the semester comes, and he gives me a C. The reason he gave me when I visited his office over summer? He felt that I shouldn't get a grade higher than the one he got when he was a student since I had applied to the same grad school as he had. I had one more course that he was scheduled to teach (over summer), so that was a huge wtf moment. Game. On.

His wife dropped by from time to time in his office; for the rest of the summer semester, I flirted with her, managed to seduce her, and right before I walked into my final exam with Dr. P. I filled Mrs. P. with my seed. She's post-menopause, so no pregnancy risk, but goddamn did it feel good. She started dropping by his office a lot more frequently after that, even though I wasn't taking classes taught by her husband after that and was only there for my junior year research project (labs are on the opposite end of the department offices). We'd always manage find time. We kept this going up until I started working on my master's degree and started crushing on this gal that was also in the program. Got myself to break things off with Mrs. P. and started dating this other gal...she laughed when I told her about all this and teased me about the lengths I will go to exact revenge when needed.

Ordinarily, I despise cheating, but apparently Dr. P. is as much of an asshole in his personal life as he is in his academic life, if the text messages between them were any indicator. So, Dr. P., if you read this: You might have given me the first and only C of my life...but I gave your wife the time of her life.