Patrick of Democracy

Patrick wears home-made distressed Levi's.   They look dirty but I'm giving the benefit of the doubt because I do not know this man.  I do know the type.  What a head of hair he's got!  You do not need to speak well or teach well to be a professor.  You do not need to be in shape or possessing of supreme fashion sense.

But Prof Great-Hair, you lazy bastard, you!  You embody your career.  I assume you are smarter than you let on.  Smart and well read.  Your sensible shoes become you.  If I should creep on you and find your number, would you answer?  Your phone is leather-bound and on your hip - just in case, I wonder.

He laughs.  Our eyes connect.  I picture him as a mall Santa and that, too, is fitting.