This never happened to me
I suppose everyone else is linking to this. But it is such a great story! Alas, my days at UCLA included nothing like this, despite my rather serious crush/obsession I had with my Marxism TA (he had the coolest shoes, was blond and did a lot of speed to pass his comprehensives, what wasn't there to be attracted to?). He also had less an office than a broom cupboard. Which was the same situation I had at W&M. How did they get into the office? That's what I want to know. And, hey, I thought that is what dorm rooms were for.