The following is from a piece called "What broke the deal?" about failed courtships in today's Salon.com. Interesting tidbit of political gossip:
http://www.salon.com/mwt/col/heaven_hell/2003/10/15/reader_dealbreakers3/print.htmlI met a woman through a personals ad in a local free newspaper. Our first date was an amazing time for both of us -- we spent over 28 hours together, napped in each other's beds (and no, we didn't have sex), went to a party at a friend's place, where she got to meet some of the cool, smart people I count as associates. A classic great time.
I should have known that this couldn't be sustained.
The second date was weird from the moment it started -- and the ending was the killer. I was in her living room while she was in her kitchen, making tea. I noticed a picture of her with a guy who looked oddly familiar. He had his arm around her waist, and they looked quite cozily friendly. Squinting and leaning in for a closer look, all of a sudden I realized the identity of the guy. Calling out to her, I asked, "Hey, is this guy..."
Before I could get the name out of my mouth, she leaned out of the kitchen, saw what I was looking at, and snapped, "That's Ollie
, and I don't want to talk about it."
At that point, I asked her if she had any strong political tendencies I should know about (the topic of politics never came up on the first date).
She planted her hands on her hips, assumed a defensive body position, and said, "I am a conservative Republican."
To which I responded, "And I'm outta here."
I remember the stunned look on her face as I raced out the door.
I left and never looked back. I'm not an angel, but I'll be damned if I'm going to get involved with someone who slept with a demon.
-- David