Hmmmm...
This brings back good memories.
In 1980, I was an 18 year-old sophomore at the University of [deleted...in case she's still there!!!]
My major was Electrical Engineering and my required humanities courses were a bit of a nuisance, so I tried to get stuff that would cost me as little study time as possible.
Since I was fluent in Spanish, I naturally decided to take Introductory Spanish [4 easy hours of 'A'...woohoo!]
The professor was an incredible hottie. At the time she was in her early 30s...no wedding ring. The best way I could describe her would be a slightly thicker/curvier version of Penelope Cruz. However, she was born in Colombia instead of Spain.
I had the very good fortune of having a complete lack of fear or self-conciousness when approaching women. I can thank my mother for this, who carefully laid out the basics of female psychology and relationships for me when I hit puberty (in particular, to avoid at all costs being the dreaded "puppy" to ANY woman)...God bless her.
My approach was straightforward. I waited till approximately 3 weeks after the start of the semester so the class was "settled in" and I could watch her mannerisms. I simply walked up to her desk after class and - in perfect Spanish - told her what a terrific job she was doing, and how fast I was picking the language up! She laughed at that and told me I was a "very bad boy"....at which point I knew I had her. I told her I wanted to meet her for lunch.
The rest is history. We had a torrid 18 month affair, and kept in touch for a while after I graduated and moved to California. Unfortunately, haven't heard from her in over 15 years, but I still consider it one of my best relationships ever.