Professor boyfriend

I have achieved! After four grueling semesters with zero luck, I finally was given my first attractive AI! I attended 23 -- yes, I said 23 -- first days of class hoping to see the man I saw today. I have to ask, though, what's taken so long? Doesn't the IU administration know this is an important, nay, necessary piece of the collegiate experience?\nLike a package wrapped up in stubble, an old T-shirt and a furrowed brow, the good-looking assistant instructor is the University's gift to the amotivation-prone coeds. And damn, do we deserve it. We suffered through a many unsightly profs to get here. \nWhat makes an instructor more dreamy than a fellow undergrad, you ask? Men with or obtaining advanced degrees are the natural choice of crush for their intelligence, pretentiousness and egos. My young mind was shaped by such quality television programming as "Saved by the Bell" and its awesomely bad spawn, "The College Years." This was, for at least a year, my vision of college life. Aside from the totally fictive, enormous coed dorm rooms, there was the more intriguing element -- the dashing professor Jeremiah Lasky.\nProfessor Lasky, or "Jer," as Ms. Kelly Kapowski so affectionately dubbed him, taught Zack and Kelly anthropology -- and taught Kelly a little something else on the side. Kelly's choice was clear. Lasky could distinguish Australopithecus robustus from Australopithecus afarensis, but the only thing Zack knew was how to trick Mr. Belding out of his office so Screech could make phony announcements over the PA. \nThe fine writers of this program know we desire sophisticated intellectuals (handsome instructors) who grasp how women of integrity (us) ought to be treated. We seek men who are GOING somewhere, and we don't mean going over to "broseph's" for some "Madden." And men, we all know you have the hots for older ladies. That almost goes without saying.\nHowever, what's taken so long? I have waited for two whole years, and this is the first attractive instructor I have ever had (names withheld to protect the handsome, of course). But even so, I am not convinced he knows who I am, and I know the man will never date me. Though these fantasies are pipe dreams of a girl with too many inappropriate thoughts and too short an attention span, they might give me that added motivation to attend class on a rainy day.\nAnd I guess the grade compensation question cannot be avoided. My freshman roommate's math A.I. probably had the biggest crush on her ever. He offered private tutoring sessions and even asked her on a date in front of her entire class when she handed in her final exam. My roommate knew the odds of getting a bad grade were slim to none, and he got to hang with a cute girl once a week. What's the harm in that?\nAdministration, I cry out to you: Hire more studs! And hired studs: Date more students! Or at least flirt a little and throw these girls some bones. After all, "A" is for Action, and in this situation, everybody wins.