The Date

After witnessing Ridge's skill and success with the ladies recently, I approached him to mentor me in the art of "courting" the opposite sex.  The stud-muffin cooly gave me a few pointers, which I immediately put into action.  

I was able to meet a beautiful young lady in the area and using some of Ridge's pointers I successfully arranged a date at one of my favorite DC eateries near the White House, which happens to house the guns and stuffed animals of my beloved Teddy.  

The date with this young woman was going great.  We were having a great meal and a great conversation.  Then things started to go south as the conversation transformed into a light chat on politics.  And then something so wild and outrageous that I couldn't even fathom it happened...

"I will probably just vote for Obama again."

SHOCKED.  PARALYZED.  SCARED.  It was too much for me.  Was this really happening.  Had I taken on a date the rare breed of liberal Mormons.  My mind exploded, I couldn’t think.  I took a deep breath trying not to hyperventilate and remembered the mentoring (what would Ridge do).   Only through masterful self-composure was I able to continue.  I quickly changed the subject and the date continued and was quite pleasant; however, there’s no  pillow talk in our future.