..."There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again."
I've been fooled. Oh boy, have I been fooled. And I'm not even as incoherent as ol' GWB. I think things through, and am very deliberate when I finally make decisions.
Even so, I was fooled.
I believed what someone told me. I believed the someone in question loved me, as she said she did. I dared to imagine a future -- with her encouragement and agreement -- in which I would make that someone happy by giving her the love and respect she had been missing.
Was I ever wrong, Jim.
She didn't want respect. She wanted something far different, which she found elsewhere.
Sure, I'm positive he claims to respect her. All men -- including me -- have claimed to respect a woman who lets us get some. That's a male thing, though some of us outgrow it.
The sad thing is that I really did respect her.
I admit I would say anything to get into a girl's knickers. When I was 15, that is. It worked on 15 year-old chicks.
Now, I have this foolish romantic notion that a promise is a promise, that a declaration of wanting to spend the rest of your life with another actually means something.
I mean, this was a (supposedly) adult woman.
Was I ever wrong in this instance.
I won't "get fooled again."
15 hours ago