47×365, No. 88 - Journalism Professor
You reeked of Scotch and innuendo, and you liked being a bleary-eyed enigma shrouded in cigar smoke. In class, you taught, “Don’t complain, and don’t explain.” Your cryptic instructions were legendary, the murky unsaid implying secret depths. But sometimes I think mystery covers nothing much at all.
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Hey, I’ve met this guy! Most excellent portrayal.. one of the best vignettes yet.
Thanks! It’s been years, but he’s still sharp in my memory. Took me *forever* to realize he was really truly hitting on me, not joking, when I and other students would go out drinking with him and he’d hold court while we sat, enthralled. He was good friends with my boyfriend’s family, too — the turkey. Finally understood why his wife always shot me dagger looks when we met; she assumed I was his flavor of the month.
Naive? Yeah, you might say so! *thumping my former self on the head*
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