Hillary thinking: He hasn’t put his cream on and now he has red spots. I told him to take care of his rosacea. Men never listen! I’ve lost track of what he was saying and I am lost now, great!
The first time we went golfing, Tina Flournoy, President Clinton’s brilliant chief of staff (she’s now Vice President Kamala Harris’s chief of staff), told me, “The president will only play nine holes.” I’m like, That’s fine. It’s cool. I’m okay if he only wants to play one hole. Or we could have a putting contest on the practice green.
So we played. He drove the golf cart—and think about it, Bill Clinton has driven a car like twice in the last twenty years. He’s dangerous on the cart paths. Pedal to the metal even flying down steep hills, on the sides of hills, skirting streams and ponds, crossing a highway where real cars go real fast.
Anyway, on the fourth or fifth hole, he had a putt for birdie. It was a short putt, maybe eight feet. He left it three feet short.
Now, if you play golf, you know you just don’t leave a birdie putt short. And definitely not three feet short. And that’s why a word came out of my mouth that I never expected to say to a president. “You [the word I never expected to say to a president]!” President Clinton said, “Did you just call me a [the word I never expected to say to a president]?” I nodded. Then he said, “Well, you’re right, I am a [the word I never expected a president to say].”And that mildly blue exchange sort of set the tone for us. When nobody’s around, we’re just two human beings. That first nine we played turned into eighteen holes. He was enjoying himself. So was I.
Around the twelfth hole, Hillary called. She was off on a book tour. The president told her, “Oh, I’m out here with Jim. We’re having a great time. We’re like two high-school boys playing hooky.”He and Hillary talked for about five minutes and at the end of the call, he said, “I love you.” I don’t think a lot of people expect that Bill and Hillary are like that. Those people couldn’t be more wrong. The first time my wife, Sue, and I went out to dinner with them, we noticed that two or three times during the meal they were holding hands under the table. What can I say—I love that.
James Patterson- by James Patterson ( his autobiography)
Bill: And when I got back she had eaten every single chocolate strawberries, I couldn’t even have one bite. The only way I could have a taste was by kissing her.
Hillary thinking: Oh this is so embarrassing. Why did he had to tell this story?
To all the people out there, who feel hopeless because of what is happening to US and us in general please never lose hope cause after all, even when Pandora’s box opened and every single bad emotion, habits and happenings bursted out of it, hope still managed to remain and i believe that it still does. no matter what. NEVER LOSE HOPE.
