An excerpt from a conversation I had tonight:
Him: at least you don't have the librarian-style fetish (that i know of)
Me: nah, I'm more of a professor-fetishist
Him: explain the distinction
Me: librarians look hot, and help you find information, but they're reserved until you get them to let their hair down (or that's the image). Professors, academics, are distractedly passionate about their subject -- they could go on for days, and meanwhile you're just sitting there watching her mouth move and wanting to kiss her.
Me Again: pardon me, I need to go frolic in the rain for a minute or two.
And frolicking in the rain, yet another reason that I miss Smith.