When I lived in New York, I was lucky enough to date The Nicest Boy Ever. Seriously, you may think your significant other is nice when he makes you dinner AND does the dishes, but The Nicest Boy Ever blows him out of the water. He'd take me on trips to the zoo (Central Park AND Brooklyn), make me apple martinis (with maraschino cherries), go to Yankees/Red Sox games with me and not pick fights (he was from Boston), and help me make important decisions on shopping trips to Bendels. When he lost his job, he not only made my lunch every morning, he walked with me to the subway. You know, just so we could spend more time together. Seriously. Nicest. Boy. Ever.
So you can imagine my shock when he was in town a few weeks ago and I had dinner with him and his friends to find out that his friends are blood-sucking (and not in the good way) cold-hearted Conservatives. Not only was I "accused" of actually liking Gavin Newsom (Oh! The horror!), being FOR gay marriage, and thinking that welfare is an acceptable government service even though clearly it only encourages poor people to mooch off of tax payers, I was also told that I was the worst kind of liberal there was... I was WAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY to the left. (I wonder if his friend said this because when asked if I was for gay marriage, I said, "As far as I'm concerned, a person can marry his god damn dog if he loves him enough!") Oh, and by the way, did you know that Saddam Hussein was TOTALLY responsible for September 11th and that the war in Iraq is completely justified? I feel so silly now that I attended all those protests!
The conversation was clearly heated and emotional (fine, I was emotional; the friends were stoic and unrepetetent), but throughout it all, The Nicest Boy Ever just urged us to stop talking about politics and move on. After all, he's The Nicest Boy Ever, and he would say just that.
The Nicest Boy Ever assured me that he does NOT always vote Republican (he and his friends are in finance/market type work), but I realized yesterday that I wasn't sure whom he was voting for. So I asked.
And turns out... The boy who found a signed copy of the first book I read as a child for my Christmas present, who showed up at my job in the middle of the afternoon and left treats for me with the receptionist, who dealt with all of my temper tantrums and brattiness, who played countless games of Yahtzee with me, who cooked me dinner more times than I can count...
He is voting for John McCain.
Would you like to know WHY?
"His lofty ideas are just leading to false hopes."
I blog about this only to remind you that tomorrow is the culmination of the Biggest Election of Our Lives. And though you may THINK your friends and family are voting for Obama - because after all - you hang out with smart, kind, wonderful people - you may actually be surrounded by intelligent, compassionate, motivated republicans. And aren't those the scariest kind of all?
