I Want You To Want Me

Is it just me or do teachers normally tend to have a crush on let's say one student per term (per class)? Okay, forget about the teaching bit, I know it's just me. (Well, and my friend, Lili.) But why? Don't I have this lovely, intelligent, etc. boyfriend waiting for me with puppy eyes? Well, yes, but... I guess it's all about vanity, which, as my boyfriend kindly reminded me, is one of the seven sins I have out of the seven sins in the Bible. On which my mother's husband commented, yeah, but you're bound to be vain, you're a woman, aren't you? (Well, something like that, but obviously in Hungarian.)
So how does vanity come into the picture? The thing is, I do not want to get involved in anything, just be asked out on a date (and probably attend the date, too). Firstly, I love the feeling of being wanted, adored, liked, whatever. Secondly, I love that initial phase and especially that moment of the first date when you achieve a sort of breakthrough and really start telling about yourself. Not your favourite colour but things you believe in, dream of, fantasize of (and let's just stop here for the time being). I love even those classical/sentimentalist cliches such as quoting Nietzsche (or rather the series Friends) and reading out poems (often hinting at the actual situation).
So there he is, this guy called Attila, one of the many in my life by that name. And he is funny and sort of makes my day. Other than that I try to practise the ideal of equal opportunities in the classroom (in which the opportunity does not refer to asking me out on a date but to language learning opportunities, of course.) To tell the truth, you know as well as I do that teachers always have favourites. They just try to hide the reasons. Anyway, it would be against the morals (or the language teachers' international negotiating business code) to go on a date with a language learner. Besides, I wouldn't like to raise false hopes (as if anyone has ever hoped anything from me).
You know, what is even more embarrassing is the way company students in their forties and with a nice ring on their finger deal with me as if I was a nice little girl with a nice ass and no particular reason to take seriously. I guess I should really learn English plus teaching to equal an English teacher.