Over the weekend, I had an epiphany about the myth of false allegations of sexual assault and violence against women.

It springs from an encounter I had with a sportscaster while I was in law school.  We first met early in our careers while traveling with DePaul University’s basketball team during its Ray Meyer heyday.

We ran into each other at a bar where we had both probably been over-served.  He bitched to me about all the false allegations of sexual assault which had been lodged against him while he was trying to rape me.  Fortunately, he was too drunk to do the deed.  I told him he was a bigger asshole than his brother (a well-known talk show host) and left.

Yesterday I discovered he was married, and I could have been his wife’s twin.  She had longer hair.

Donald Trump infamously bragged on the Access Hollywood tape that women “let you” sexually assault them if you are famous.  No.  We don’t.

These arrogant, powerful sexual predators simply can’t comprehend that women find them repulsive.  This is why they think allegations are false.

No, I’m not going to blow the #MeToo whistle on this jerk.  I have zero energy or interest for the ensuing drama.  Life’s too short.