Somehow the political tension between us transformed into sexual tension. I was hooked.
As my office was protested during the Abu Ghraib scandal, as my Dae Woo hatchback was keyed by John Kerry supporters, as I was the recipient of eye-rolls and side-eyes form my peers in bars, it hit me. Political parties mean nothing.
Never in my life did I think I would know a Bush term two supporter, let alone be sleeping with them. It was too much for me to process.