It was late in the evening and I sat surrounded on the sofa of a friend of a friend’s apartment, having been already introduced to him and her and them and her, and the few glasses of chilled Pinot Noir I had drowned my bashfulness in were beginning to entrance me into a “People Are Strange” mood, with faces flashing before me in a similar fashion.
Then she appeared.
She was attractive. Had an air of knowing what she was doing amidst a crowd of fumbling fools. And our novelist-in-residence introduced her as a staffer for a prominent Republican.
Hook. Line. And sinker.
Now, it isn’t that she was a Republican. It was that she was in politics. That night I dreamt of long days in campaign headquarters as Jane and I swapped cold call stories over lukewarm cups of coffee. Then Jane and I swapping political speculations over perfectly mixed cocktails. Then Jane and I swapping saliva over…that’s for my imagination only.
The most intriguing of this all is that I had recently made the conscious decision to shy away from politically-heated relationships. An old flame of mine was and is a self-proclaimed Republican, though I doubt she has any thought as to why beyond her mother and father’s party allegiance. From what I gathered during our pillow talk (randy, no?), she was in the camp where you were free to be blissfully ignorant, as long as you wore the right colored uniform. And as I consider myself a true conservative, this led to innumerable arguments with her annoyingly parroting Fox News. To be frank, I happened to have more friendly conversations about politics with her friends who were all liberal. I walked away from that charred romance convinced that politics in relationships were more often than not a tank of gasoline dying to be lit.
But here I am, weeks since the party, daydreaming of mornings spent idly drinking coffee and bantering back and forth about the most recent election or on-going campaign. I may very well have found my intellectual-romantic Achilles heel.
Which leads me to my question.
As a politically-opinionated man, I am inclined to ask: ladies, do politics have any place in a relationship? And if the cat claws its way out of the bag, does party mean anything to you, one way or another?
Disclaimer: I consider myself neither Republican nor Democrat.