One of the books I didn’t write today is about a artist – a woman of a certain age – a performer – recently rejected by her long-term partner, who decides the best way to find the man of her dreams is to craft him – by starting a coaching business for successful billionaires who want to expand their ability for personal expression.
It’s a Pygmalion-type story … you know, kind of “My Fair Lady” with a mustache.
Well, one of them has a mustache.
No … both have mustaches. I forgot – she’s a woman of a certain age.
I mean an UNcertain age.It's a Pygmalion-type story … you know, kind of 'My Fair Lady' with a mustache. Click To Tweet
And of course she’s highly attractive to absolutely every man who hires her — though none know why — she doesn’t fit the standard profile of an attractive woman.
Ohhhh … and her name is Henrietta Higgins.
No, too obvious … Holly. Yes, that’s good – Holly Higgins. No, Huggins.
Anyway, as it turns out, Holly’s business is wildly successful and she becomes a billionaire, all her clients want to marry her and …
… and I didn’t get any further than that.
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