I might be a bit obsessed. I stumbled across this writer the other night, and I can't seem to get enough of him. I'm not sure if it's Payne's writing, with a mix of his good looks, and his love for Paris that has me day dreaming about him. Or, well, ALL of the above.
Usually, I would jump at the chance to challenge his quote. To defend Women. Women who write. Women who write about their Fathers, for that matter. But I can't. For I am at his mercy. Plus, he called us efficient.
A man who is well traveled, educated, witty and smart, who thinks woman writers are liars. Sounds good to me. Now, I just have to find a way to get invited to his party in Paris come April. That gives me 3 months to figure it out, and start gathering characteristics of a muse. I must become more tragic.
*Mr. Payne, if by chance, you stumble across this little blog, and read this...Heyyy, I'm just kidding. I couldn't keep my ardent typing fingers still. Heeehehe.....
APPELEZ-MOI!!!
(CALL ME!!!)
(CALL ME!!!)
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