Professor Studman is an English and sociology professor.
Professor Studman looked like a slick-eyed willy. Thumper curled his lip from the moment he phoned up a picture off the college website. He was a “Professor of Sociology and English”. He wore a tweed jacket over a tee shirt in the picture, and he got a foppish side-part. He got dimples for days and prolly a couple handsome tattoos on his bicep or wrist or something. He was a stall blond, and Thumper weren’t surprised he was popular among the coeds.
Studman was a skinny suck-thumb of a man, with a piece-of-shit mustache on his upper lip like a degenerate — or like a Frenchman — and Studman wore cologne that smelled like perfume, you could just tell, he was exactly the type, and he had a smooth voice like a melted carpet and dimples a girl could dream of, but Wayne wanted to knock his petite smile off as soon as he saw him.
Couldn’t see him now, of course, he was in the office. Wayne googled him later and saw his picture on the college website. But he could predict exactly what he was gonna see as soon as he heard Studman’s voice. Bowties and name-brand shirts. Ironed slacks. Desk clean as a model home. Name-drops exotic ethnicities like celebrities.
From Wayne the Ex-Cop
Professor Studman was ungodly handsome. That was why the girls liked this class so much. He was tall and athletic but not muscular; he was also the coach for the girls’ field hockey team. He had a gorgeous head of straight black hair that went nearly to his shoulder. He had a perpetual five o’clock shadow and deep foreboding eyes.
Professor Studman wore a plain white tee shirt that showed off his forearms, which were well-muscled and taut, with a plain tribal tattoo sneaking down from his bicep. There was a blazer on the chair — he had worn a jacket over a tee shirt to class today, Rob thought, what a pretentious asshat.
From Rob & the Alphas College Jocks