Miss Polonis

After some years one can’t help but think about past things, and what might have been, opportunities missed.

At college in freshman year Miss Polonis was the teaching fellow graduate student in my Botany lab. Looking back now I realize that she was a true world class knockout babe. Babelicious, as we say these days.

I was not unaware of the considerable charms of Miss Polonis, but at the time I had a huge crush on the girl across the lab bench; and, I was a one woman man. Besides, at that naive age any female older than me by any amount of time just wasn’t even a possibility to my way of thinking. (Looking back, I could have used the kind and knowing "guidance" from such a lady. Alas, only to be a fantasy. Now, anyone older than me — not to mince any words — is just an old lady. Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

Miss Polonis was no fantasy. She was a gen-u-ine blond bombshell. W-O-M-A-N. Beautiful glossy blond hair worn tidily pinned up. Dark frame eye glasses à la Judy Holliday in Born Yesterday. Long slinky black skirt, modest yet curvy. Heels. Nylon stockings; with seams? (I don’t remember about the seams, but let’s fill that in for effect.) Frilly crisp white blouses buttoned to the top. Full bosom. Marilyn Monroe face. Red lips, long lashes. Woof!

Miss Polonis flirted with me. I think she sensed my attraction (and uneasiness) and played with it a bit. She would sashay near my spot in the lab and say tunefully in a soft intimate voice, Hello . . . Mr. Wronski. I did my best Walter Denton (played by Richard Crenna) impersonation from Our Miss Brooks. Hello, Miss Polonis.

It was delicious. And, she was.