One of my professors is super young (read, like mid-30's). Also, he isn't obese, he doesn't smell, he isn't scary. That means 18 and 19 year old girls are in love with him. He's a swell and jazzy instructor, and he is happily married. He tells us stories of his four, little girls and his wife. And how they are best friends.
Somehow, that attracts the young babies to him. If he says anything at all, bursts of high-pitched laughs flood the gigantic lecture hall. Normally this doesn't even phase me--not a bit, not at all. But alas, today happened. Everything the man said put these girls in a tizzy! It was frightening, honestly. I thought they were having mental fits and I, in my head, went over and asked them if they were okay.
While I was coming out of my internal argument with myself about whether or not to go slap them for being so giddy, the girl next to me yelled at them, "Start acting your age, not your shoe size!!!!" It was at that point that I realized I was crying from laughing so hard. Moral of the story, baby 18 year-olders shouldn't try to flirt with professors because it is super gross for everyone who is sad enough to be able to witness that horrific event.