A caller mentions that many people refuse to date someone from the opposing party. Politics didn't bring us together, and it didn't keep us together.He didn't give statistics—I didn't even catch the guy's name—but it rings true to me. Verifying their political ideology without making it weird isn't. After a month of what I can only call too-much-too-fast, he broke things off, and I was back to searching for love.A sweet smile dominates his face as he recalls traveling to neighboring farms with his father when he was younger. Then he asks, "Do you want to know why I'm voting for Trump? Political Dabbler is into basketball, and if his March Madness knowledge is any indication, the passion is less dabble, more dunk. There are a few more coffee outings during that month of dating across the aisle. One guy finds me on Facebook and knows everything about me by the time we arrive at the cafe.
He also tells me that birth control is a sin, that global warming isn't real, and that the only reason there's a pay gap is because women choose lower-paying jobs. I'm listening to NPR when I'm forced to self-examine. And that's how I ended up listening quietly to a string of opinions that made me want to throw my omelet at his face. My second date, with another guy, doesn't go much better. There's a lull, and I realize that I never found out what he studies. He is planning to go to law school, and afterwards he wants to be…a politician. Maybe there would be less bickering and hatred in the U. if people like me stopped judging based only on politics. He texts me a few days later about getting coffee again, but I am out of town. He asks to see me again that night, and we quickly find ourselves capital-T Together. I fell for him because he's passionate about what he does.
The topic on the radio is the growing political divide in America. Maybe we would make progress as a country, or as people. Because we made one another laugh and could talk for hours.
Danielle is a lipstick enthusiast, a Twitter addict, and enjoys coffee, capitalism, and proving people wrong.
We're sitting in a Des Moines diner called Louie's and talking about our families. He seems tolerant of my ignorance, though, and we eventually make it out for coffee. I purposely steer us away from politics, and instead ask about his hobbies.
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