Well... >_>
Yes, okay, that was a rather dishonest "reaction." An affair is certainly a "no, no, no, do not want" sort of thing, but perhaps not for the reasons you'd expect.
(That kneejerk reaction was partially due to remembering my writing professor's "advice" and the spirit with which he offered it >_> )
It's more like I see them and I go "Grandpa! <3 <3 <3 Teach me math! Be my family!"
(Never mind that many of them are younger than my father. That's a little bit scary, come to think of it)
I love my professors, probably a lot more than I should. I worry over them, try to learn their home languages, and yes, I do have a somewhat problematic thing for older Slavic men.
The thing is, though, that I hope to become like them. They're the role models whose standards I'm always trying to pursue, and I care about them both as people and educators. They're the people I hope will become my social group one day. That is, in a sense, a "let's become cozy" relationship.
Anything more would be deeply inappropriate, though, on all fronts, so my sideways glances generally get deflected into "look for a young version and see how far you get."
So yeah, that's the official stance: no math-incest, please. I'm looking carefully for people like my beloved professors, but the age difference is too great to consider at all. Plus, these people... you know, they're great teachers, but I know they'd drive me so far up the wall I'd be down the other side of the room. They might be more bearable if they had someone to talk to on a more regular basis--one of them was just telling me that he wouldn't talk to anyone for weeks if he weren't interacting with students--but as-is, personality-wise, I'm going to have to say "Hmm, no."
... Yup.