I should have really started this blog from the beginning, but had no idea what nonsense would ensue. About 2 weeks ago I met a boy, let's call him Republicrat. Reasons to follow. I met him at a show, we hit it off, he found me on myspace, we text a little and there we were on our way to our first date. First date rolls around, literally, he took me roller skating. Did I mention he's in AA. No big deal, except for the fact that I am what you would call oh I don't know, "border line alcoholic" a "hard drinker" if you will. I did not let this deter me. No not for a minute. We went on the skate date, it was nice. Kissed a little. Sort of weird, being sober and all. I know I need to hit a meeting. Anywho, we end up back at his house, not sure how this happened *cough. We make out, and he ASKS if he can take my shirt off. I'm like why are you asking, but now that you are, no I will not take my shirt off. I end up leaving that night with my dignity. This would be the last. He texts me when I get home, "your wonderful." Awesome.
Next hangout rolls around, actually we stayed stationary. He brings over a movie. Normally I would be about 2 tall cans deep at this point, you know to take the edge off, but am unsure what Republicrat will think. I decide to ride the sober train. He comes over, we have meaningless chatter then we get into the good stuff. Politics. He tells me that he isn't sure who he is going to vote for, and furthermore thinks everyone is going to vote for Obama cause it's the cool thing to do. WHAT. I should have ran for the hills then. Even if you are not a democrat, its almost election time, you should know who the fuck you are voting for right. I pushed the vomit out of my mouth and ended up spending the night with him. Awesome again. The sex was really good, but let's consider that I haven't been laid in over 3 months and the last time I don't really remember that well considering I was hammered and it was in the alley behind my ex-boyfriends barber shop. Send in the sober dude!
Fast forward to Sunday. We talk on the phone, and mind you I KNOW I absolutely do not like this guy, he bothers me, he may or may not be a Republican, he has a hairy back. Below the belt, below the belt. For some reason I still hang out with him, perhaps it's my total and absolute desperation. Even so, Sunday. We're on the phone and we start talking politics, always a breezy topic. Obama blah blah, whore face Palin blah blah..then death. He says he's voting for Mc Cain..are you kidding me. Then he goes on to say that George Bush isn't that bad of a president and he will probably be exonerated after he is out of office. WHAT, I shoot back that I think he will be brought up on criminal charges for genocide. Totally breezy of course. He goes on to say that if Prop H8te goes through, he could see, in the future, fathers wanting to marry their daughters. Beep Beep, pump your breaks and let me off this crazy train. I then pretended like I was choking and said I needed to get off the phone to dial 911. I have no doubt I will hang out with him again, even though he is Adolf Hitler and I am insanely lonely. Maybe I should just troll the mental hospitals for potential dates, at least with them I could get drunk and snag some of their meds.
