I don't know how he didn't. We're talking about Slick Willie here. I mean if you look at what he is stuck with (married to), I can see why this man lost his mind and went on a sex tour. During the DNC convention, he mentioned how he met a girl, but forgot the original speech at home, hidden away somewhere. I bet it was " (in Slick Willie's voice) Many years ago I met a girl. Her name was Tiffany and she was a hairdresser (yeah I love to live dangerously), and, boy, this girl really knew more than one way to play a sax. She was Irish as all get out and, man, the role playin' nights we had, anyone within a 200 ft radius, in or outside the room, better watch out (wanna know how the Irish Car Bomber came to be, ask later). (depressed sigh) Then for some odd reason I met Hillary and somehow I got hitched to her. I really don't remember drinking that much those nights I asked her. Ever since I met her, I developed a really nasty drinking problem, but I guess the 3 times I asked her, I was already riding a woman Isabella, who was dressed as a donkey. After Hillary said yes (from what eyewitnesses tell me), everything became a blur until we were announced as 'Mr. and Mrs. William Clinton' at the end of the ceremony, and then, depression hit me harder than Hillary in bed."
(in Slick Willie's voice, another depressed sigh) "Despite moving up the ranks in the political world, the next several years were the darkest in my life. Nothing but constant whining from my wife on how I held her back, how our daughter wasn't a testosterone driven she-male (because women's rights was her reason, I don't know), and why we weren't already balls deep in taxpayer money. I finally ran for President and won, and things got a little better. I had a little more freedom and the depression seem to lift a little. Then when I found out I can go on as many business trips as what I want, boy, it was like Jesus Christ's 2nd comin'. I could be me again, and one of the countless chicks I came across was a sweet number named Juanita. She was a fighter, saying things like 'DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU PERV'! It gave me more adrenaline than a Metallica concert. After the deed was done, a young bird named Monica crossed paths with me, and, well, let's say we wanted to paint the town white with a cigar, Mini Willie, and this finger." And it goes on from there, which we probably don't want to dive deeper into. Colin Powell even said Slick Willie is still d**king women (and prefers bimbos).
So again, I don't know how he didn't when he's married to a woman who looks like a pudgy, no muscle, midget version of Dolph Lundgrin. He must have thought a change of pace was in order, but did something dastardly instead, and the lost speech was his confession and, possibly, his divorce statement. I don't know, but this IS Slick Willie we're talking about. Crappy politics, but a guy you want to have a drink, to party, to have fun, and stir up trouble with (that's not rape or anything else morally bad).