Undergraduate professors are seldom interesting looking. This was not the case in a recent class I took that was taught by a fellow named John Eric Maley (fake name, people!), a doctoral student.

The class was an introduction to advertising class and it was one of those daily lecture classes we are always tempted to skip except on test days.

On the first day of class, I went in with this same attitude, preparing myself to get the syllabus and bug out. Imagine my surprise when Maley (that's what he wanted us to call him) walked in and took the podium.

I looked around and noticed that I was not the only one in the crowded room squirming. Some of the women were whispering and I was experiencing more than a routine horny stirring in my crotch.

Imagine, if you will, a tall, quite thin, fair haired man that looked to be about 25. He had straight blond hair that was perfectly in place, his face was soft and fair, and I could see no evidence that he had ever shaved. Total baby face.

He had a rather infectious smile and little baby blue eyes, creating such a picture of innocence and youth I could hardly sit still. Top that with the fact that he was dressed perfectly in the yuppie teacher outfit and you had an image that definitely got you interested.

When he began to speak, I knew I was hopelessly in lust. Despite his almost frail frame, he had a rich, deep but gentle baritone that would have melted butter. I caught myself boldly staring at him as he paced the stage, and I totally forgot to take notes.

Time passed. He gave the first test and I did rather poorly and called to make an appointment to see him. We agreed on a time and I went to his office at the appointed hour.

I knocked at the door and his soothing voice rang out, "Enter, please!" I walked in to his office and was pleased to find not the usual mess of papers and books, but a very cozy atmosphere. Books lined the walls, of course, but there were plants everywhere and a long sofa lining the wall under the bookshelves. He sat at his desk with his glasses perched on the end of his little button nose and smiled.

"Hello, Andrew. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I'm having trouble with some of the concepts on the first test and want your advice on how to study so I can do better on the last three."

He motioned me to the sofa and turned in my direction, smiling that cute little smile he smiled all class period long, driving me and the women crazy. "Why don't you try these study tips," he said, handing me a thick handout, "and let me know if they help. They are more or less proven, in my mind."

I looked through the pages and said, "This ought to help a lot. Thanks!" I smiled and looked at him expectantly, waiting to see if he had anything else. He smiled back and my heart fluttered. I started to get up and he said, "Wait a second. Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?"

"Not at all," I said, warming to him hoping this would lead where I wanted it to.

"I hope you won't be offended here,