Egghead Blond

     Egghead Blond was always studying.  He was good at it.  He really was.   He studied from dusk till dawn.  Then he slept in.  End of story.  But no, there was something else.  He had a love life, in the daytime.  He strutted about campus canoodling with the women.  One woman was not enough.  Now we know him better, what did he do?  He funnied us and took a snapshot of us.  What did he see?  Messy hair, messy clothes.  We had just woken up.  Ah, well, not for us the days of yore when we strutted about campus doing much the same things he does.  Now we sit at our computer in the middle of the day with unwashed hair and our pajamas on and he goes his way.  He was mine, you think, but no he never was.  I just thought he was.