Maybe it’s because we’re forced to sit in a quiet room mindlessly staring at them. Maybe it’s because they’re forced by their pay checks to talk to us. No matter the reason, crushes on teachers are largely inevitable. In high school, teacher crushes are harmless; the age gap is too significant to pursue relations and the actual pursuit is illegal (but hey, those things don’t matter to everyone!).
College teacher crushes are a whole different animal: a tall, knowledgeable, prominent cheek-boned, 5′o’clock shadowed, legal animal. Having the hots for a college prof is less likely than it is expected. Yeah, it’s gunna happen.
Now that you’re over 18 and are officially an integral part of what we adults classify as the “real world” (shockingly dissimilar to MTV’s definition), anything (and anyONE) goes. This newfound sense of maturity in adulthood challenges us to take advantage of our new freedoms as “grown-ups”. That being said, we force ourselves to have crushes on professors because we legally can (even if he has a framed picture of his bitch wife on his desk; he can totally do better anyway).
As a fellow veteran educator infatuator, I’m here to ensure that if you find yourself entertaining any of the following thoughts, you’re going to be okay.
1. “My art history professor fought in World War II? That’s kinda hot.”
2. “My poli-sci teacher’s jowls make him look sort of square-jawed. Niiiice.”
3. “I bet back in the 40′s, my Spanish prof looked just like Enrique Iglesias.”
4. “Have you ever seen a man a wield a cane around so sensually? I haven’t.”
5. “I’ll be damned if my psych teacher and Jake Gyllenhaal weren’t separated at birth, even if my psych teacher is a woman.”
