I like Lenor

[Professor Poddar]

It's a platonic thing, you understand.
Given the transience of life, I decided at random to like her.
She's a lovely person; give her a chance. We often chat about gardening, the downside of reading literature in translation, and
the correct amount of time to boil a hardboiled egg. These chats have, admittedly, been confined to my head hitherto, but that's a moot point, no?
She is what the Israelis call 'sabra'- a prickly pear- i.e. tough and prickly on the outside, tender and sweet within- although you'd be forgiven for thinking her all prickle and no sugar. Just give her a chance, I tell you- she does a mean cheeseburger pie- even if she DID swipe the recipe from the back of a Bisquick box.
In my head I once borrowed 6 cigarettes from her, even though I don't smoke.
Go on, ask her to be your friend. She will love you for it.
Deary sweet Lenor, when you've got a list of new friends thicker than Aunt Hilda's ankles, cast a thought the Professor's way.

Go on- a big group "Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Lenor!"