I have spend the last ten years accumulating four undergraduate degrees, three masters and two PhDs; I speak seven languages and consider dispute resolution with my partner best served with an epee (unfortunately, that rarely spells victory for me). Alas, now you expect me to be smart, sophisticated and serious and will be severely disillusioned when you talk to me - as I am closer to whimsical, wilful and wildly impudent. I humbly beg your forgiveness in advance.
Favorite Books too private
Favorite Authors Uhh - one of the more random mixes around, I suspect - and it constantly changes: Voltaire, Anne Bishop, Cherise Sinclair, Schiller, Anne Golon, J.D. Robb, Jeanine Frost, Sartre, Jaspers, ..... too many to count
Why do I love him? Why do I want him? Why does the mere thought of him make me smile? Why can I not lie besides him without wanting to run my hand over the velvet of his skin, without breathing in a little deeper simply to savour his scent? I am not sure....
