Please Stand So Close to Me

I am madly in love with my gay, bow-tie wearing, Glee watching Voting Theory Professor.

It was pretty much Love At First Sight. The second he walked into the classroom sporting a bow tie and tattoos, I knew.

The first time I ever had a crush on a teacher was in 8th grade. My Spanish Teacher. He was the coolest: he liked all of the music I liked and he was funny and, if we're being honest, he was pretty cute. I know I was not the only one who felt this way. Why else would the entire Female 8th Grade Population hang out in his classroom at lunch? This was the only explanation. Only I did not see them as legitimate competition, for they did not understand him the way I understood him. I mean, we liked the SAME MUSIC. Obviously it was meant to be.

Of course I forgot about him once I started High School, where I do not believe I had a single crush on a teacher.  No...wait. Sophomore Geometry Teacher. He was pretty fantastic.... But that was pretty much it.

Now when I use the word crush, I do not use it seriously. "Crush" does not equal "Legitimate, Heart-Wrenching, Soul Consuming Love." Anyone who uses the word "crush" in that manner is probably a moron. I tend to opt for the ironic use of the word. (I think I tend to do most things ironically, as much as it pains me to admit. I just can't suppress my hipster tendencies.)

Back to the present. For the first time in my existence, I wish that I needed to take more math classes so that I could be taught by this magnificent human being. However, I have a friend (ANOTHER ONE?! This one you may remember as the fellow who asked for my number on the first day of school....) who is a math major. Perhaps there will be a day or two where I happen to be with said friend when he must interact with a certain Math Professor. "Oh, hello again. Remember me? Of course you do. I am radiantly beautiful and charmingly hilarious. Shall we discuss bow-ties over a cup of coffee? Or tea, if you prefer. I could go either way. Perhaps you could, too...."

This is getting out of hand. I better stop.