They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
Somebody get the straitjacket.
I think today my friends are probably wishing that I’d finally learn to play it safe, not be so open, and definitely not be so trusting. I’m beginning to wish the same thing, frankly.
I have done it again: allowed a man to convince me that he is other than he appears. The sting is too fresh to relate here now, and there is a possibility he will see this, so I think it best to sum it up this way: this sucks.
I offer this post, quite simply, to my friends and readers who have felt foolish to have trusted.
You are not alone.