Mr. F was my English teacher in high school. He was, in a word, hott. He was also pretty young. Those attributes alone won him a spot in the tween hearts of many high school girls. I, unfortunately, was no exception. Neither was our school's principal...who was a man. As is the case with most teacher crushes, nothing, save a few embarrassing moments, came out of my crush.
In fact, any time I think of Mr. F, I remember how he was canned after supposedly denying sexual advances made by our principal in the weight room. :o
...did I mention this was a Catholic school? ;)